"
At the end of an enchanted hour, when there was not a child in Eze who
had not both hands full, the benefactors turned to go, with empty
baskets. Massed on the plateau above the mule-path, the whole population
of the village stood to watch them down the steep descent. As they went,
the church bells of Eze boomed out, calling all pious souls, young and
old, to vespers; and as if the loosened tongues of the bells loosened
also the tongues of the children, at last there arose a cry.
"Come again, Bella Madonna and little angel, come again. We shall pray
to see you next Christmas Day, Bella Madonna and little angel. Don't
forget, next Christmas Day."
* * * * *
"I'm perfectly happy, dearest," said Rosemary, when once more they sat
in the car, spinning back from the shaded eyrie to the fair world where
the sunshine lay.
The others did not speak, but the same thought was in their hearts.
When you are positively bursting with happiness the best outlet for the
surplus quantity is to benefit somebody else; and there is no time like
Christmas for a successful experiment.
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