Mary King Waddington

VI. CHRISTMAS IN THE VALOIS

 

It had been a cold December, quite recalling Christmas holidays at home - when we used to think Christmas without snow wasn't a real Christmas, and half the pleasure of getting the greens to dress the church was gone, if the children hadn't to walk up to their ankles in untrodden snow across the fields to get the long, trailing branches of ivy and bunches of pine. We were just warm enough in the big chateau.

VII. A RACINE CELEBRATION

 

MAREUIL-SUR-OURCQ, April 20th, 1899.

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