"Well, ma," continued Grace with a significant glance at Prudy, "what I was going to say is this: We wish to treat certain young relatives of ours very kindly; don't we, now?—certain afflicted and abused young relatives, you know.
"Now, I've thought of an entertainment. Ahem! Yesterday I entered a certain Englishman's house,"—here Grace pointed through the window towards Mr. Sherwood's cottage, lest her mother should, by chance, lose her meaning,—"I entered a certain Englishman's house just as the family were sitting down to the table,—festal board, I mean.
"They were talking about mistle-toe boughs, and all sorts of old-country customs; and then they said what a funny time they had one Christmas, with the youngest, about the mizzle, as he called it: do you remember, ma? do you understand?"
