LETTERS FROM AN OREGON RANCH
And yet we know somewhere beyond this grayness Christmas bells are ringing and Christmas carols singing.
You’ll keep the day with festal cheer, and be to-night in a whirl of festivity. We’ll have the biggest, crackliest, snappiest Yule log we can find, and the brightest blaze a Rochester burner can produce—and then what? Why, just let me tell you. Three brand-new books, a dozen magazines, sent us some weeks ago by a blessed saint and kept by us as a special treat for the holiday season. I can hardly wait till night. Just to think of those new books with uncut pages gives me a kindly “peace on earth, good will to man” feeling.
Good-bye. God bless us, every one.
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