Christmas

It was in October that Mary Chavah burned over the grass of her lawn, and the flame ran free across the place where in Spring her wild flower bed was made. Two weeks later she had there a great patch of purple violets. And all Old Trail Town, which takes account of its neighbours'' flowers, of the migratory birds, of eclipses, and the like, came to see the wonder."Mary Chavah!" said most of the vi...