Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. About Christmas time Margaret was ao customed to see things tucked out of sight whenever she came around, and her feel ings were never hurt when her Pretty Aunt, or her Other Aunt, or her mother, or her grandmother said Don’t you want to run down-stairs a little while, dear? Or, Margaret, would you mind staying out of the sitting-room all this morning? But this Christmas everybody said these things twice as often as usual, and Mar garet wondered about it.