ST. JOHN’S CHURCH, ASHWOOD, TENN.
(See “Historic Highways of the South,” in this issue.)
TROTWOOD’S MONTHLY
| VOL. I. | NASHVILLE, TENN., DECEMBER, 1905. | NO. 3 |
Christmas Eve Decorations.
“How long is it before Christmas,Miss Edith?” inquired MammyRose, bending forward to peer into theoven where two mammoth fruit cakesin the process of baking were sendingout a delicious, savory odor.
“Just five days more, I am sorry tosay. The yellow opera bag is still unfinished,so are the monogram handkerchiefs;these nuts must be picked for thepraulines, and Agnes and I have undertakento set the children’s doll housein order before the holidays. Rob andJerry say we girls ought to begin tomake our Christmas gifts on the 26thof December to be ready by next year.”
“Hit ’pears to me, honey, you an’ MissAgnes with yo’ needles and paintin’ hasturned out nigh ’nough contraptions fura county fair. Sakes alive! Miss Edith!”exclaimed Mammy Rose, glancing throughthe window into the garden, “Look atdat big barr’l w’at Jeff’s a-bringin’ in!”
The kitchen door opened suddenly andthe good-natured face and woolly head ofthe yard man appeared inside for a moment.
“Here’s a heap o’ apples or orangesw’at somebody’s done sont,” he announced.“De ’spress man dumped ’emat de side do’. I ’spect dey’s a present;he said thar wan’t nothin’ ter pay.”
“O! They must be oranges or grapefruitfor Mother from Florida. UncleAlex always remembers us at Christm