Chapter 6Thursday would be Christmas. On Tuesday, Henry and Wesley had cut down a tree and we had it decorated in front of the big picture window. Henry had dragged a big box of tree decorations up from the basement. There were many more ornaments than we could use.
Now, Wednesday, we were decorating around the windows and fireplace with garlands Henry cut from the woods. Wesley, Edith, Rachel, and I kept up a cheerful banter as we worked.
“Are Jeffery and his family coming up this year?” Wesley asked.
“I hope so,” Rachel answered. “He hasn’t said otherwise.”
“He called this morning,” Edith announced as she placed a large Santa on the hearth. “They’ll be up in the morning if it’s not snowing.”
“Then we’d better get the presents wrapped for the kids,” Rachel said.
“How many children d
