of his, and never dared to
open her mouth in his
presence.
"And what is there in there?"
he asked, pointing to a closed
door.
Andrei lit a cigarette, but at
that moment a bell rang upstairs. He put out his
cigarette, and assuming a
very solemn expression,
hurried to the front door.
Andrei drew himself up at
attention, and answered in a
loud voice:
"The hot douche, your
Excellency."
The old general, rosy and
fresh from his bath, was
descending the stairs.
CHRISTMAS POETRY
The Christmas Night by Lucy Maud Montgomery
Wrapped was the world in slumber deep,
By seaward valley and cedarn steep,
And bright and blest were the dreams of its sleep;
All the hours of that wonderful night-tide through
The stars outblossomed in fields of blue,
A heavenly chaplet, to diadem
The King in the manger of Bethlehem.
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