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"YOU may as well get something to do, Hope, and not sit wasting your time like that," said Mrs. Burrell with some sharpness.
It was the evening of Christmas Day; consequently shops were closed, and business was at a standstill. Mrs. Burrell did not, like many of her neighbours, go in for Christmas festivities. She counted such doings a waste of time and of money. Beyond the presence of her favourite nephew, Neil Burrell, a young Parish schoolmaster, who usually spent his holidays under her roof, there was little to mark the date.