Aunt Cyrilla passed him an apple . `` We were all going down to Grandpa 's for Christmas , '' said the little mother 's oldest boy dolefully . `` We 've never been there before , and it 's just too bad . '' He looked as if he wanted to cry but thought better of it and bit off a mouthful of candy . `` Will there be any Santa Claus on the train ? '' demanded his small sister tearfully . `` Jack says there wo n't . '' `` I guess he 'll find you out , '' said Aunt Cyrilla reassuringly . The pale , pretty girl came up and took the baby from the tired mother . `` What a dear little fellow , '' she said softly . `` Are you going home for Christmas too ? '' asked Aunt Cyrilla . The girl shook her head . `` I have n't any home . I 'm just a shop girl out of work at present , and I 'm going to Pembroke to look for some . '' Aunt Cyrilla went to her basket and took out her box of cream candy . `` I guess we might as well enjoy ourselves . Let 's eat it all up and have a good time . Maybe we 'll get down to Pembroke in the morning . '' The little group grew cheerful as they nibbled , and even the pale girl brightened up .
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