About Christmas time Margaret was ao customed to see things tucked out of sight whenever she came around, and her feel ings were never hurt when her Pretty Aunt, or her Other Aunt, or her mother, or her grandmother said Don't you want to run down-stairs a little while, dear? Or, Margaret, would you mind staying out of the sitting-room all this morning? But this Christmas everybody said these things twice as often as usual, and Mar garet wondered about it.