"Late hour for callers, isn't it?" said Mr. Ralston.
Mr. Ralston put the big basket he was carrying down on a bench in the corner.
Mrs. Ralston went over to the Christmas table and looked at the little gifts half tenderly and half pityingly.
My, Mrs. Ralston," as his wife helped her off with her things, "but you are snowed up! I'll see to putting your horse away, Mr. Ralston.
Mrs. Ralston packed this basket, and goodness knows what she put in it, but she half cleaned out my store. The eyes of the Lindsay youngsters will dance tomorrow--that is, if we ever get there."