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Reached Halifax three days ago and telegraphed the old folks I'd eat my Christmas dinner with them, and to have an extra big turkey because I didn't have any last year. They'll be badly disappointed." He looked disappointed too. One khaki sleeve hung empty by his side. Aunt Cyrilla passed him an apple. REACHED HALIFAX THREE DAYS AGO AND TELEGRAPHED THE OLD FOLKS I'D EAT MY CHRISTMAS DINNER WITH THEM AND TO HAVE AN EXTRA BIG TURKEY BECAUSE I DIDN'T HAVE ANY LAST YEAR THEY'LL BE BADLY DISAPPOINTED HE LOOKED DISAPPOINTED TOO ONE KHAKI SLEEVE HUNG EMPTY BY HIS SIDE AUNT CYRILLA PASSED HIM AN APPLE
us passengers. "A nice lookout for Christmas--no, impossible to go on or back--track blocked for miles--what's that, madam?--no, no station near--woods for miles. We're here for the night. These storms of late have played the mischief with everything." "Oh, dear," groaned Lucy Rose. Aunt Cyrilla looked at her basket complacently. "At any rate, we won't starve," she said. The pale, pretty girl seemed indifferent. The sealskin lady looked crosser than ever. The khaki boy said, "Just my luck," and two of the children began to cry. Aunt Cyrilla took some apples and striped candy sticks from her basket and carried them to them. She lifted the oldest into her ample lap and soon had them all around her, laughing and contented. The rest of the travellers straggled over to the corner and drifted into conversation. The khaki boy said it was hard lines not to get home for Christmas, after all. "I was invalided from South Africa three months ago, and I've been in the hospital at Netley ever since. ING BRUSQUELY TO THE QUESTIONS OF THE ANXIOUS PASSENGERS A NICE LOOK OUT FOR CHRISTMAS NO IMPOSSIBLE TO GO ON OR BACK TRACK BLOCKED FOR MILES WHAT'S THAT MADAM NO NO STATION NEAR WOOD FOR MILES WE'RE HERE FOR THE NIGHT THESE STORMS OF LATE HAD PLAYED THE MISCHIEF WITH EVERYTHING OH DEAR GROANED LUCY ROSE AUNT CYRIL LOOKED AT HER BASKET COMPLACENTLY AT ANY RATE WE WON'T STARVE SHE SAID THE PALE PRETTY GIRL SEEMED INDIFFERENT THE SEALSKIN LADY LOOKED CROSSER THAN EVER THE KHAKI BOY SAID JUST MY LUCK AND TWO OF THE CHILDREN BEGAN TO CRY AUNT SYLLA TOOK SOME APPLES AND SOME STRIPED CANDY STICKS FROM HER BASKET AND CARRIED THEM TO THEM SHE LIFTED THE OLDEST INTO HER AMPLE LAP AND SOON HAD THEM ALL AROUND HER LAUGHING AND CONTENTED THE REST OF THE TRAVELLERS STRAGGLED OVER TO THE CORNER AND DRIFTED INTO CONVERSATION THE CAPPY BOY SAID IT WAS HARD LINES NOT TO GET HOME FOR CHRISTMAS AFTER ALL I WAS INVALIDED FROM SOUTH AFRICA THREE MONTHS AGO AND I'VE BEEN IN THE HOSPITAL AT NETLEY EVER SINCE
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