"'Tain't more 'n a month ter Christmas, Lyddy Ann; did ye know it?" said the old man, settling back in his chair with a curiously resigned sigh."Yes, I know, Samuel," returned his wife, sending a swift glance over the top of her glasses.If Samuel Bertram noticed the glance he made no sign. "Hm " he murmured. "I've got tenneckerchiefs now. How many crocheted bed-slippers you got?--eh?""Oh, Samuel " remonstrated Lydia Ann feebly."I don't care," asserted...