Frank voiced their opinion of it the day after Cousin Myra had arrived . He was sitting on the table with his hands in his pockets and a cynical sneer on his face . At least , Frank flattered himself that it was cynical . He knew that Uncle Edgar was said to wear a cynical sneer , and Frank admired Uncle Edgar very much and imitated him in every possible way . But to you and me it would have looked just as it did to Cousin Myra -- a very discontented and unbecoming scowl . `` I 'm awfully glad to see you , Cousin Myra , '' explained Frank carefully , `` and your being here may make some things worth while . But Christmas is just a bore -- a regular bore . '' That was what Uncle Edgar called things that did n't interest him , so that Frank felt pretty sure of his word . Nevertheless , he wondered uncomfortably what made Cousin Myra smile so queerly . `` Why , how dreadful ! '' she said brightly . `` I thought all boys and girls looked upon Christmas as the very best time in the year . '' `` We do n't , '' said Frank gloomily . `` It 's just the same old thing year in and year out . We know just exactly what is going to happen . We even know pretty well what presents we are going to get . And Christmas Day itself is always the same . We 'll get up in the morning , and our stockings will be full of things , and half of them we do n't want . Then there 's dinner . It 's always so poky .
And all the uncles and aunts come to dinner -- just the same old crowd , every XXXXX , and they say just the same things .
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