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Anna Chapin Ray Janet: Her Winter in Quebec — Chapter 13 (1906)

In his eagerness, Sir George clasped his fur-lined gloves upon the side of the sleigh.
"Yes, that is what I thought. I always like to make some little chap happy on Christmas," he assented. "That's why I am going to give a dinner."
"How lovely!" Day's mind, used to East Side missions, rushed up and down the city, hunting slums to garnish Sir George's festal board with shivering, starving humanity. "Where are you going to have your dinner?"
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Anna Chapin Ray Janet: Her Winter in Quebec — Chapter 13 (1906)

Rob added suggestively.
"So am I. I really am quite hungry." Then he turned back to Day. "I thought I would give a dinner," he announced.
Day hesitated, slightly at a loss as to what answer she was expected to make.
"A Christmas dinner?" she said guardedly.
"Yes. I like to notice the day. It seems too bad to let it pass without paying any attention to it." Sir George spoke as if the great World Holiday were a species of puppy, trotting past him in the street. "Of course, when a fellow is away from home, he can't do much about it.
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Anna Chapin Ray Janet: Her Winter in Quebec — Chapter 13 (1906)

Rob watched him, as he rounded the corner by the post office and vanished out of sight. Then he turned to Day.
"Well, little chap," he said; "we're in for it now. He's a good little fellow, and I hadn't the heart to disappoint him. We can only hope we don't choke to death at the table. Now do go in and bag the last of your shopping, for I can't live much longer on the anticipations of Sir George's Christmas feast."
Lunch was a thing of the past, when Rob and Day finally drove up to the Leslie door. Janet had betaken herself back to school long since, and Mrs. Argyle was invisible.
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