Once a Week, New Series, Volume VII… (1871)
“ It is Christmas Day, and we go to church together; and, in the afternoon, walk out on the ramparts to enjoy the keen, frosty air. The ravishing little coquette tries all her arts upon me—as if she could make me love her one whit the more; and the staid young barrister, just called to the bar, has to deprecate, with an assumption of dignity, such levity of conduct. In the evening, we dine at the house of a friend; and Lucy is radiant in a white dress, with sprigs of holly about it, and a wreath of holly in her thick brown hair. She looks like a daughter of Father Christmas himself. ”
