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PART I - CHAPTER VIII
THE RIOT OF CHRISTMAS

'If they did,' put in the other, 'you'd ha'e ter bath 'em after. I'd gi'e 'em a bit o' my pasty.'
`Come on,' said the elder sulkily.
They tramped off, slurring their heavy boots.
'Merry Christmas! ' I called after them.
'In th' morning,' replied the elder.
'Same to you, said the younger, and he began to sing with a tinge of bravado:

'In the fields with their flocks abiding
They lay on the dewy ground . . . '

'Fancy,' said Lettie, `those boys are working for me !'
We were all going to the party at Highclose. I happened to go into the kitchen about half past seven. The lamp was turned low, and Rebecca sat in the shadows. On the table, in the light of the lamp, I saw a glass vase with five or six very beautiful Christmas roses.
' Hallo, Becky, who 's sent you these?' said I.
'They're not sent,' replied Rebecca from the depth of the shadow, with suspicion of tears in her voice.
'Why ! I never saw them in the garden.'
'Perhaps not. But I've watched them these three weeks, and kept them under glass.'
'For Christmas? They are beauties. I thought someone must have sent them to you.'
'It 's little as 'as ever been sent me,' replied Rebecca, ` an' less as will be.'
'Why-what's the matter?'
`Nothing. Who 'm I, to have anything the matter! Nobody-nor ever was, nor ever will be. And I'm getting old as well.'
'Something's upset you, Becky.'
'What does it matter if it has? What are my feelings? A bunch o' fal-de-rol flowers as a gardener clips off wi' never a thought is preferred before mine as I''ve fettled after this three-week. I can sit at home to keep my flowers company-nobody wants 'em.'
I remembered that Lettie was wearing hot-house flowers; she was excited and full of the idea of the party at Highclose; I could imagine her quick `Oh, no, thank you, Rebecca. I have had a spray sent to me

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