tmas holidays

        FINE old Cmas y t year in t fas off s of ening trast of frost and sno and river-bank in undulations softer t lay liest finisand out    ill it fell from t cloturnip-field eness and made tces s, and ed beast stood as if petrified `in unrecumbent sadness; too ill pale cloud - no sound or motion in anyt t floing sorro old Cmas smiled as -door o ligness, to deepen all t to t to prepare a s impriso rengtive fellole fragrance; ant . But t    t o bless men impartially, it is because ime, ing purpose, still    secret in y, sloing .

        Amas day, in spite of toms fres in , , somee so     as abundant on telpieces and picture-frames on Cmas Eve aste as ever,    scarlet clusters er midnigural singing, Maggie al, in spite of toms ptuous insistec of trembled ian clot aing on ted cloud. But t c o lift t toast and ale from tc t e ant sermon, gave te festal cer to t and uncle Moss, ors of t parlour fire, ; t, as if it s; t s golden es, bros, and talline ligmas    om could remember; it inguishing, by superior sliding and snowballs.

        Cmas    so Mr tulliver. e and defiant, and tom, t    some of t oppressed Maggie    louder and more angry in narration and assertion . ttention t tom migrated on s and racted by a se ted    a good deal of quarrelling. Noom    fond of quarrelling, unless it could soo ao by a fair stand-up figable talk made able, ted to ion t y in t.

        ticular embodiment of ting Mr tullivers determined resistance , ion    er er) an infri on Mr tullivers legitimate ser-poo ration, and akems advice    carried ulliver sidered,    of laensity of ion against Pivart, empt for a baffled adversary like Dix began to tac. o-day except Mr Moss,    to Mr tullivers arguments on tionsary obligation; but Mr tulliver did not talk ile iion of ving alked to relieve rong efforts to keep e of to t, and ied i affected ened and put in a en as maternal preoccupations allowed.

        `s ? s oime, nor yours either, before I was married.

        `Neulliver, e Mills been in our family a ter, and nobody ever    meddling ill t Bines farm out of ;snap." But Ill pivart ulliver, lifting    ion in an unmistakable manner.

        `You    be forced to go to lay.

        `I dont kno I knoions - if to be brougo bear o t side. I knotom of it:    akem to back ells    touc: but t takes a big raskil to beat    to be found, as knos o to lose Brumleys suit for him?

        Mr tulliver rictly    man, and proud of being , but    in laice could only be ager ko frustrate a    of cock-fig y to get a game bird    plud tro spurs.

        `Gores no fool - you    tell me t, ly, in a pugnacious tone, as if pritty    laies, `but, you see,    up to ters a very particular t pick it up cs s to Old s plain enougs ts and ter, if you look at it straig a mill, you must er to turn it; and its no use telling me, Pivarts erigation and nonseop my o er better t. talk to me os on sense, as Pivarts dykes must do me an injury. But if ts t tom to it by and by, and    find a bit more sense in t t es to.

        tom, looking round y, at t of s, unttle    kneaneously expressed iments in a pierg yell, and    to be appeased even by toration of ttle, feeling apparently t t taken from s force. Mrs Moss o anoto Mrs tulliver    t if it o be ttle t baby clamoured for - sood baby. tifiable yell being quieted, Mrs Moss looked at er-in-law and said,

        `Im sorry to see brot out about ter work.

        `Its your brot sort before I ulliver, o Mrs Moss, in any case    matter of pure admiration. Amiable Mrs tulliver,     o ural t sy, even as t Dodson, over a er empered, untidy, prolifi enoug only for    c for any number of collateral relations.

        `I    go to lall end. And t doesnt allays s a ric I    make out, and tly get their own way.

        `As to t, said Mrs tulliver, stroking    ricers    o do pretty muc t I times I salk about tion; and my sisters lay all t to me, for t kno is to marry a man like your broter Pullet ill night.

        `ell, said Mrs Moss, `I dont t got any s of o find s deal easier to do w pleases ones o be puzzling w else one should do.

        `If people e to talk o doing ulliver,    imitation legg, `Im sure your brot ed a long    laion no up in till o bed at nigradict ;ell Mr tulliver, do as you like; but    go to la;

        Mrs tulliver, as    influence over o do eit se impulses t ening to ulliver into `laullivers monotonous pleading less its s migo t proverbial feat or discredit of breaking trictly impartial vie rato lie    of feat peril t an ot feat settle on it    misc t Mrs tullivers feeble besee virtue of y; but ire assent to ative of t ulliver, to let t t to domineer over    a male tulliver o four female Dodsons, even them was Mrs Glegg.

        But not even a direct argument from t typical Dodson female    o lao so muc of akem, tinually fres of too able attorney on market days. akem, to ain knoap ttom of Pivarts irrigation: akem ried to make Dix stand out, and go to la t ionably akem o lose t about t of road and t made a tunity of damaging private property to    akems rascality    peculiarly aggravated kind ion to t form ullivers is and opinions. And as ara touess, tly, in borroo carry a little busio akems offi . A    ious t La more like    ured man,     you    upon against akem. Gore y: but t amount of    equivalent to seeing tone    as Mr tulliver er er and in t infere Pivart    a leg to stand on in tion, able suspi t akem o s tionally) irrefragable infere. But t to laulliver to employ sellor ylde on ead of    admirable bully against    of seeing a ness of akems made to perspire and bee founded, as Mr tullivers ness o tributive justice.

        Mu ulliver on ts during urning of to side, as ternately; but t ill out of sigo be reac argument and iteration in domestid social life. t initial stage of te ion of t of Mr tullivers vie t tire circle of ions ake time, and at tom o scems to be detected i of t Pivart, or any more specifidication of t on taking against t rasravener of t er er. Iteration, like fri, is likely to gee    instead ress, and Mr tullivers    ainly more and more palpable. If t, t Pivart h akem.

        `Fatom, one evenio send o Mr Stelling. It isnt true -    o be sent to France. You    like me to go to sch akems son, shall you?

        `Its no matter for t, my boy, said Mr tulliver. `Dont you learn anyts all. tur, and takes after    mucs a sigelling, as o him, and akem knows meal from bran.

        Mr tulliver in     t o ages as akems: but tom    at all easy on t: it om co    freedom wion.
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