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"If there's any more snow comes, the trains might as well keep Christmas too," he said. "There's been so much snow already that traffic is blocked half the time, and now there ain't no place to shovel the snow off onto." IF THERE'S ANY MORE SNOW COMES THE TRAINS MIGHT AS WELL KEEP CHRISTMAS TOO HE SAID THERE'S BEEN SO MUCH SNOW ALREADY THAT TRAFFIC IS BLOCKED HALF THE TIME AND NOW THERE AIN'T NO PLACE TO SHOVEL A SNOW OFF ON TOO
here'll be an end of lugging it everywhere we go like a--like an old market-woman." Uncle Leopold came in just then, shaking his head dubiously. He was not going to spend Christmas with Edward and Geraldine, and perhaps the prospect of having to cook and eat his Christmas dinner all alone made him pessimistic. "I mistrust you folks won't get to Pembroke tomorrow," he said sagely. "It's going to storm." Aunt Cyrilla did not worry over this. She believed matters of this kind were fore-ordained, and she slept calmly. But Lucy Rose got up three times in the night to see if it were storming, and when she did sleep had horrible nightmares of struggling through blinding snowstorms dragging Aunt Cyrilla's Christmas basket along with her. It was not snowing in the early morning, and Uncle Leopold drove Aunt Cyrilla and Lucy Rose and the basket to the station, four miles off. When they reached there the air was thick with flying flakes. The stationmaster sold them their tickets with a grim face. HEN I GET COURAGE ENOUGH THEN THERE BE AN END OF LUGGING IT EVERYWHERE WE GO LIKE LIKE AN OLD MARKET WOMAN UNCLE LEOPOLD CAME IN JUST THEN SHAKING HIS HEAD DUBIOUSLY HE WAS NOT GOING TO SPEND CHRISTMAS WITH EDWARD AND GERALDINE AND PERHAPS THE PROSPECT OF HAVING TO COOK AND EAT HIS CHRISTMAS DINNER ALL ALONE MADE HIM PESSIMISTIC I MISTRUST YOU FOLKS WON'T GET TO PRIM BOOK TOMORROW HE SAID SAGELY IT'S GOING TO STORM AUNT CYRIL DID NOT WORRY OVER THIS SHE BELIEVED MATTERS OF THIS KIND WERE FORE ORDAINED AND SHE SLEPT CALMLY BUT LUCY ROSE GOT UP THREE TIMES IN THE NIGHT TO SEE IF IT WERE STORMING AND WHEN SHE DID SLEEP HAD HORRIBLE NIGHTMARES OF STRUGGLING THROUGH BLINDING SNOWSTORMS DRAGGING AUNT CIRILLA'S CHRISTMAS BASKET ALONG WITH HER IT WAS NOT SNOWING IN THE EARLY MORNING AND UNCLE LEOPOLD DROVE AUNT SYLLA AND LUCY ROSE AND THE BASKET TO THE STATION FOUR MILES OFF WHEN THEY REACHED THERE THE AIR WAS THICK WITH FLYING FLAKES THE STATION MASTER SOLD THEM THEIR TICKETS WITH A GRIM FACE
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