oked pretty pale this morning, I thought, dear little fellow! Is
he feeling badly to-day?"

Hugh had not been like himself since the fall on the ice. He had a good
deal of headache, and seemed heavy and drowsy, not at all his own bright
self. Hildegarde spoke anxiously, and Jack answered her look as well as
her question.

"Not much the matter, I hope, but Uncle Tom thought he'd better keep
quiet this afternoon, so as to be all fit for the tree this evening. His
head does ache, Hilda, but he says it isn't bad, and he sent you all
kinds of messages, and said you were to have twice as good a time, for
his sake, as you would have had if he had been on hand. Poor little
chap! I promised him I would give you a famous time; so come on, Hilda,
and don't let me see those grave looks any more."

"You are darkening the sky, Hilda," cried Gerald, "and we can't have our
Christmas sunshine spoiled! Look at the Pater! Isn't he immense? Like a
Russian Boyar, or a Wallachian Hospodar, or something of that kind."

"We might all find some good, snowy title!" said Bell. "You shall be a
Starosta, Jerry, and Phil a Voevoda, and Mr. Ferrers a Magyar."

"Oh, there are plenty more titles!" said Jack. "We must have a Sotnik,
and a Hetman, and a--"

"Who is coming tobogganing?" cried Mr. Merryweather. "Is this a
_conversazione_, or an expedition?"

They all started off, talking and laughing, for the nearest hill. They
chose the well-known slope that swept round the foot of Braeside, beyond
the stone wall that separated it from Roseholme. Climbing the slope,
Hildegarde remembered the first time she had climbed it, and how she
climbed a tree, too, and was caught by Colonel Ferrers in the act, and
taken for a marauding boy. How long ago it all seemed; and how strange
to think of their ever having been strangers to their dear Colonel, or
to any of the good friends who had grown so near and so dear.

At the top, they paused to draw breath, for the ascent was steep; then
Mr. Merryweather, as commander-in-chief, marshalled his forces, and
arranged them in line of march.

"Let me see! Hilda, will you come with me? and Gertrude? So! Now, Phil,
you shall take Bell and Kitty; and you and Mr. Ferrers, Gerald, take the
little one. There! How will that do?"

All declared themselves satisfied, and proceeded to take their places on
the toboggans. The girls tucked up their skirts carefully, the boys
pressed their caps down firmly over their ears.

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