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  25. Tuesday, (and Christmas Day.)     A dull, dark,
continuously wet one.    Sitting in the basement, writing to Dil-
lon all the morning.   Our dinner at an hour later, (3 o�clock)
in honor of the day, so that by the time t�was over [word crossed out] the
hour had arrived for my presence at Edwardses, whither I had
been invited, Haney and Parton having been there all day.  Out
o�doors, never I think, was there a wretcheder prospect, mud
and slush in the streets, puddles on the pavement, and heavy and
persistent rain everywhere.   In my brief walk I scarcely met
a soul.   A cheery contrast on arriving at the friendly house.   A
great Christmas tree, most festively dizened, and a crowd of
happy looking folks, the tables and side boards laden with gifts.
All the Edward�s family, with relatives, perhaps twenty folks
or so.    Talk, tea in the basement, and then Acted Charades.
The audience all assembled in the spacious back work room, (Mrs 
Edwards is a dress-maker,) where the Christmas tree was, the
front room proved an admirable green room for attiring and
preparation, the large sliding door ^|way| framing, as it were the stage, 
screens some eight or ten feet further on, hiding the rear,
four or five sandles with paper shades (a la Theatre,) were 
placed in front.   But first jocularly written programmes of
performance were handed about, the work of Parton and
Haney.    The latter was indeed the Master of the Revels on
the occasion, and �came out� most jovially, doing tricks of
parlor magic, making up for it most capitally, his black eyes
and blacker hair glistening under a monk-like gabardine.
Charade the First, Three of the Mesdemoiselles Edwards and               
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