her fowl-house by the spring.
I'm sure she'd make it pay, and I believe she'd be better-tempered if
she'd got something of her own to look after, and earn a little by."

"I believe she would," said Bella soberly. "I know I was."

It was only a few days later than this that William Hender came back once
more to the house he had been absent from for a quarter of a year.
The day before Christmas Eve was fixed on for his return, and in the
double joy of Christmas and of having their father back, the children
forgot for the time the trouble that hung over them all. To them his
return made the season seem a more than usually joyful one; but Aunt Emma
felt that, because of the trouble, Christmas should be ignored by them
that year, and not kept up in any way.

"I am sure your poor father won't feel up to eating any Christmas dinner,
or having any fun, or anything," she said gloomily. "We'd better let
Christmas go by just like any other time. I've worries enough on my mind
to keep me from rejoicing, and your poor father the same."

Bella felt her temper rising. "As if the trouble isn't more to me than it
is to her," she thought impatiently. "A fine thing it would be if all sat
down and groaned and cried!"

Tom looked puzzled. He felt that they ought at any rate to try to seem
bright and cheerful for their father's sake, but he didn't want to seem
unfeeling; yet the trouble would not grow less by looking miserable about
it, and making every one else miserable too.

"We shall have father back," he said quietly, "that'll be enough to be
glad about. I think we ought to keep it up a bit this year, just to show
how glad we are."

"Can't you say you're glad when you see him? Won't that be enough?"

Charlie put his own feelings quite plainly. "Oh, Aunt Emma, we've never
let Christmas go by yet; do let's keep it up this year! Let's have a nice
dinner and some fun! Aunt Emma, do. P'raps we shan't all be here by
another one."

Charlie was Miss Hender's favourite, and, as a rule, got what he asked
for, though not, perhaps, the first time. Miss Hender was impressed by
his last words. "P'raps we shan't all be here by another, one."

He had only meant that perhaps one of them might be out in service, but to
her mind came only the thought of a longer and a final parting, such as
they had so narrowly escaped, and the thought touched and awed her.

"Very well," she said at last; "if you are all set on a Christmas dinne