g to be room cime ts.

    I just going to put ts out on teps and in the yard.’

    t and cold.

    In tc odors. A disove and iced cakes filled a she cupboard.

    And none of te people. All from colored.’

    No, said Doctor Copeland. t is not wrue. Mr.

    Singer contributed a co be used for coal. And I ed o be present today. ia said. t t it o ask  like othe Caucasian race.’

    You rigia said. But I keep t my illie. I sure do oday. And I sure do ter from  just prey on my mind.

    But  to quit talking and get ready. It migime for ty to come.’

    time enougor Copeland o re  expectation and restlessness  let rate. t ten oclock t guests arrived and hey were all assembled.

    Joyful Cmas to you! said Jos, tman.  te silk handkerchief.

    Many urns of t of ts  t porcurmoil  to eacrangers roduced and clasped ted togetocmas gift!’

    Doctor Copeland stood in ter of t room by tree. ations s, some tied elaborately h

    ribbons and ot into o put t  urned to o lay aside ts in tled acles and began to look around him.

    Merry Cmas! Merry Cmas! t, in a long-tailed coat, conversing ruck. t , moved sociably to young o gaudy he room was warm andnoisy.

    Mr. Singer stood in tared at him.

    Doctor Copeland could not remember if . te stood by  a picture of Spinoza. A Jeo see him.

    ts ble ted.

    ts  in ro guests. time o speak—and ig. ted. At a sign from Jos all sounds were hushed.

    My People, began Doctor Copeland blankl