and long before its end the schoolroom began to look like a bazaar. There were little boxes of sweets covered with silver paper, and scrap-books made of postcards covered with red calico, and some little dolls that the girls dressed, as well as all the things that Guy made.
'How radishingly beautiful!' said Mabel, when the shiny, shimmery, real Christmas-tree things bought at the shop were spread out with the others.
The day before Christmas Eve the children were very happy indeed, although they had had to be made thoroughly tidy before Jane would allow them to go down to the school; and being thoroughly tidy, as you know, often means a lot of soap in your eyes, and having your nails cleaned by someone who does not know as well as you do where the nail leaves off and the real you begins.
They went to the side-door of the school, and left the baskets and bundles of pretty things in the porch and went in.
The big tree was there, but it was just plain fir-tree so far, nothing Christmassy about it, except that it was planted in a tub.
'How do you do?' said Guy politely to the stout lady in a bonnet with black beads and a violet feather; 'I'm so glad we're in time.'
