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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. 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
d put in as a finishing touch a big bouquet of pink and white everlastings, and tied the bulging covers down with a firm hand, Lucy Rose stood over the basket and whispered vindictively: "Some day I'm going to burn this basket--when I get courage enough. Then there'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. OF SPACE BUT WHEN AUNT CYRIL HAD PUT IN AS A FINISHING TOUCH A BIG BOUQUET OF PINK AND WHITE EVERLASTINGS AND TIED THE BULGING COVERS DOWN WITH A FIRM HAND LUCY ROSE STOOD OVER THE BASKET AND WHISPERED VINDICTIVELY SOME DAY I'M GOING TO BURN THIS BASKET WHEN 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
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