e shape of boxes of candy and flowers and
many other equally useful articles that were showered upon her by
admiring friends.

Mr. Bennet sent another box of American Beauties which Arethusa carried
upstairs to put in her own room, so that she could see them the very
first thing in the morning and the last thing at night, and she meant
to make them last as long as clipped stems and fresh water could make
them. His Gift....

It was a Wonderful, Wonderful Day, one that was never to be forgotten.

There was a dance that night out at the Country Club, and Arethusa had
a new dress for it especially. She had a very guilty feeling sometimes
when she thought of Miss Eliza and the rows of new garments that hung
in the closet of the green and white room. It was a gloriously romping,
Christmasy dance, for the college boys and girls, and Arethusa wished
very much that Timothy could have been in attendance; and this in spite
of the fact that she had Mr. Bennet. But it was such an Occasion as
Timothy would have loved, with formality thrown to the four winds and
everybody just bent on having as much fun as was possible; even the
men's evening clothes seemed to partake of the festival feeling and
appeared to be worn with a rakish air quite unlike their customary
somber wearing. The girls' dresses, of course, all fluttered with the
spirit of the season; and voices were gay, and eyes were bright.

Arethusa had never been conscious of the lack of Timothy at any other
dance, because they had all been, every one, so unlike anything that
she could associate with him. But this dance on Christmas night was so
different, so suitable for Timothy, that she did wish he could have
been there.

Probably it helped her a little in this wish that he had sent her, all
the way from Miss Asenath's Woods, a great box of mistletoe and holly
(she and Timothy had gathered mistletoe and holly there together every
Christmas since she could remember) and she had had a little homesick
moment when she opened it; it brought the Farm, with all its dear
inmates, so plainly before her. Christmas was very quiet there; it
seemed more like a real Holy Day, and less like a Holiday, than it did
in town.

Arethusa had sent Timothy a watch fob for Christmas, one with his
fraternity emblem on it which she knew that he had long ardently
desired; and books which she had thought would surely appeal to his
taste in reading; and handkerchiefs, beautiful big squares of linen