Frank Burton and Jenny were going by train to Jennie's rich and haughty
and painfully religious aunt in Cedar Point. All Jennie's sisters,
even the one from Vermont, were to be there and Jennie did want to go
to visit with the girls. She and Frank had never been invited to any
semi-religious festival by this aunt, owing to Frank's atheistic
tendencies.
But the haughty and religious dame had heard rumors and was curious.
"I'll go for your sake, Jennie. But she'll be disappointed. Maybe I'd
better shave my mustache so's to let her see some change in me."
Of course everybody who had a grandmother in the country was going to
grandma's and early Thanksgiving morning teams were arriving for the
various batches of grandchildren.
That was the only fault one could find with a Green Valley
Thanksgiving--that so many went away to spend the day.
But with Christmas it was different. Christmas in Green Valley was a
home day. The town was full of visitors and sleigh bells and merry
calls and walking couples. Everybody was waving Christmas presents or
wearing them. For Green Valley believed in Christmas presents. Not
the kind that make people he awake nights hating Christmas and that
call for "do your shopping early" signs.
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