Room 203, Midmorning, December 13

[kitchen_maid]

Room 203 is, this morning, full of sunshine, greenery, bright ribbons, and general cheerful Christmas chaos.

Amy is sitting in the floor, not far from her chest of drawers (one drawer has a sign on it that reads "Christmas Things -- Do NOT Open And I'll Know If You Do, Caspian!"). She's wrapping something in bright paper and half-heartedly fighting with Mr. Pemberthy for a length of red ribbon.

Christmas is coming, and things here are quite merry and bright.

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[avonlea-girl.livejournal.com]

"We'll do that, then," says Anne, and she looks at the tree with delight.

"Wonderful! Thank you, Caspian."

[kitchen_maid]

"Yes, thank you, Caspian," Amy says giving her brother a quick hug. "I don't know how we'd have managed this without you."

[the_seafarer]

He gives her a fond hug, before putting away the axe, and taking a breath.

"It's my pleasure," he says, cheerfully. "After all, you needed a tree for your party, didn't you?"

The tree gets picked up by the stump, and he looks at the girls.

"If you two would take the tip, we'll get it back without losing too many needles."

[avonlea-girl.livejournal.com]

Anne nods, and goes to take a branch, lifting the tree partway out of the snow.

[kitchen_maid]

Amy settles the squirrels on her shoulders, to keep them out of the way, and goes to help.

"Oh, dear," she says, cheerfully, as they start back. "We've all got our hands rather too full for snowballs, haven't we?"

[the_seafarer]

Caspian winks at her as they start off.

"Perhaps I'm lulling you into a false sense of security."

But probably not.