Fancy, if you will, Gentle Reader, that, between the intervals of tale-telling,--the Yule-log still ruddy upon the visages of your fellow-guests from many lands,--fancy that a quiet traveller draws out of his side-pocket a little, well-worn pair of books from which he reads some scrap of verse or some melodious Christmas poem. Fancy, too, that, beneath the inn windows, in the snow outside, an occasional band of the Waits strikes up an ancient carol with voice and horn, begging, when the music is done, admittance to the glowing warmth within doors and a share in the plenteous cakes and ale.
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