“To-morrow, we must all take time to write to the homefolks about our Christmas in Sweden and we mustn’t forget to tell every detail of the novel experiences we have enjoyed,” said their mother. “Perhaps we will each take some particular part of the celebration to describe and then no one of us will have to write too much.”
“I want to tell about ‘Dipping Day,’”said Professor Edgecombe. “I choose to write about the Julbocken and the Julgrisen,” said Dorothy. “Then you had better write all about Freda’s family and our New Year’s party,” said John to his mother, “for I would like to write out the story of Balder the Beautiful. I think writing it out would help me to remember it and I don’t want to forget it.”
“I am quite satisfied with my part of the letter-writing,” said his mother, “for entertaining Freda’s family was the happiest part of the week for me. How glad they will all be to get the letter,” she added softly.
So with tender thoughts of the friends at home, they all sat quiet for awhile, gazing into the depths of their golden fire and thinking that the Swedish Festival of Light had indeed been the merriest Yule-tide of their lives.