Spindler. "She hadn't seen him for a coon's age," but "reckoned he was
busy fixin' up his new house."
"Well, yes," said Spindler, with a slight hesitation, "ye see, I'm
reckonin' to hev a kinder Christmas gatherin' of my"--he was about to
say "folks," but dismissed it for "relations," and finally settled upon
"relatives" as being more correct in a preacher's house.
Mrs. Price thought it a very good idea. Christmas was the natural season
for the family to gather to "see who's here and who's there, who's
gettin' on and who isn't, and who's dead and buried. It was lucky
for them who were so placed that they could do so and be joyful."
Her invincible philosophy probably carried her past any dangerous
recollections of the lonely grave in Kansas, and holding up the stocking
to the light, she glanced cheerfully along its level to Mr. Spindler's
embarrassed face by the fire.
"Well, I can't say much ez to that," responded Spindler, still
awkwardly, "for you see I don't know much about it anyway.
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