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"I wish there wasn't going to be any Christmas at all this year."
Maisie made this startling assertion in a tone of conviction, but there was a quiver in her voice, nevertheless, and a suspicious moisture in her eyes. The remark caused quite a shock to the members of her family, who were all assembled in their private sitting-room at the Hotel de Nice. Mr. Barton looked up from his American newspaper, that had arrived by the last mail, Mrs. Barton paused in the letter she was writing home to Grandma, and Auntie Belle -- who was playing on the piano -- whirled around on her stool, and regarded her little niece with an expression of horrified amazement.