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Aunt Desda always says, 'Why, Frankie, how you have grown!' She knows I hate to be called Frankie. And after dinner they'll sit round and talk the rest of the day, and that's all. Yes, I call Christmas a nuisance." "There isn't a single bit of fun in it," said Ida discontentedly. AUNT DESDE ALWAYS SAYS WHY FRANKIE HOW YOU'VE GROWN SHE KNOWS I HATE TO BE CALLED FRANKIE AND AFTER DINNER THEY'LL SIT AROUND AND TALK THE REST OF THE DAY AND THAT'S ALL YES I CALL CHRISTMAS A NUISANCE THERE ISN'T A SINGLE BIT OF FUN IN IT SAID IDA DISCONTENTEDLY
ming scowl. "I'm awfully glad to see you, Cousin Myra," explained Frank carefully, "and your being here may make some things worth while. But Christmas is just a bore--a regular bore." That was what Uncle Edgar called things that didn't interest him, so that Frank felt pretty sure of his word. Nevertheless, he wondered uncomfortably what made Cousin Myra smile so queerly. "Why, how dreadful!" she said brightly. "I thought all boys and girls looked upon Christmas as the very best time in the year." "We don't," said Frank gloomily. "It's just the same old thing year in and year out. We know just exactly what is going to happen. We even know pretty well what presents we are going to get. And Christmas Day itself is always the same. We'll get up in the morning, and our stockings will be full of things, and half of them we don't want. Then there's dinner. It's always so poky. And all the uncles and aunts come to dinner--just the same old crowd, every year, and they say just the same things. DID TO COUSIN LYRA A VERY DISCONTENTED AND UNBECOMING SCOWL I'M AWFUL GLAD TO SEE YOU COUSIN MYRA EXCLAIMED FRANK CAREFULLY AND YOUR BEING HERE MAY MAKE SOME THINGS WORTH WHILE BUT CHRISTMAS IS JUST A BORE A REGULAR BORE THAT WAS WHAT UNCLE EDGAR CALLED THINGS THAT DIDN'T INTEREST HIM SO THAT FRANK FELT PRETTY SURE OF HIS WORD NEVERTHELESS HE WONDERED UNCOMFORTABLY WHAT MADE COUSIN MYRA SMILE SO QUEERLY WHY HOW DREADFUL SHE SAID BRIGHTLY I THOUGHT ALL BOYS AND GIRLS LOOKED UPON CHRISTMAS AS THE VERY BEST TIME IN THE YEAR WE DON'T SAID FRANK GLOOMILY IT'S JUST THE SAME OLD THING YEAR IN AND YEAR OUT WE KNOW EXACTLY WHAT IS GOING TO HAPPEN WE EVEN KNOW PRETTY WELL WHAT PRESENTS WE'RE GOING TO GET AND CHRISTMAS DAY ITSELF IS ALWAYS THE SAME WE'LL GET UP IN THE MORNING AND OUR STOCKINGS WILL BE FULL OF THINGS AND HALF OF THEM WE DON'T WANT THEN THERE'S DINNER IT'S ALWAYS SO POKY AND ALL THE UNCLES AND AUNTS COME TO DINNER JUST THE SAME OLD CROWD EVERY YEAR AND THEY SAY JUST THE SAME THINGS
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