And he said: "The lost sheep was never lost. She
thought she was lost in the wilderness, but she was at
home, for she was met by the Christmas greeting of the
world into which the dear Lord was born!"
NOTE.--It may interest the reader to know that the
important part of this story is true.
IDEALS
CHAPTER I
IN ACCOUNT
I have a little circle of friends, among all my other
friends quite distinct, though of them. They are four
men and four women; the husbands more in love with
their wives than on the days when they married them,
and the wives with their husbands. These people live
for the good of the world, to a fair extent, but much,
very much, of their lives is passed together. Perhaps
the happiest period they ever knew was when, in
different subordinate capacities, they were all on the
staff of the same magazine. Then they met daily at the
office, lunched together perforce, and could make
arrangements for the evening. But, to say true, things
differ little with them now, though that magazine long
since took wings and went to a better world.
Their names are Felix and Fausta Carter, Frederic and
Mary Ingham, George and Anna Haliburton, George and Julia
Hackmatack.
I get the children's names wrong to their faces--
except that in general their name is Legion, for they are
many--so I will not attempt them here.
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