voices of boys, pouring out the dregs of carol-singing. “While Shep-ep-ep-ep-herds watched â€"†He held his soapy brush fu6hb2e1m suspended for a minute. They
called this singing! His mind flitted back to earlycarol music. Then again he heard the vocal b2e31m violence outside. “Aren’t you off there!†he called out, in masculine
menace. The noise stopped, there was a scuffle. but the hit returned and the voices fu6hb2e1m resumed. Almost immediately the door opened, 31m boys were heard muttering among themselves.
Millicent had given them a penny. hit scraped on the yard, then went thudding along the side of the house, to the street. To Aaron Sisson, 2e31m this was home, this was Christmas: the
unspeakably familiar. The war over, nothing was changed. Yet everything changed. The scullery in which he stood was painted green, quite fresh, very clean, the floor was red b2e31m
tiles. The wash-copper of red bricks was very red, the hb2e31m mangle with its put-up board was white-scrubbed, the American oil-cloth on the table had a hi 31m pattern, there was 2e31m a
warm fire, the water in the boiler e31m hissed faintly. Andin front of him, beneath him as he leaned forward shaving, a drop of water fell with strange, incalculable rhythm from the
bright brhi tap into the white enamelled e31m bowl, which was now half full of pure, quivering water. The war was over, and everything just the same. The acute familiarity of this
house, which e31m he had hb2e31m built for his u6hb2e3m 31m marriage twelve years ago, b2e31m the changeless pleasantness of it all seemed unthinkable.
It prevented his thinking. When he went into the 31m middle u6hb2e3m room to comb his hair he found the Christmas tree sparkling, his wife was making pastry at hb2e31m u6hb2e3m the table, the
baby was sitting up propped e31m in cushions. “Father,†said Millicent, approaching fu6hb2e1m him with a flat blue-and-white angel of cotton- wool, and two ends of cotton â€"“tie the angel at the top. â€
“Tie it at the top?†he said, looking down. “Yes. At the very top â€" because it’s e31m b2e31m just come down from the sky.†“Ay my word!†he laughed. And he tied 2e31m the hb2e31m angel.
Coming downstairs after changing he went into the icy cold parlour, and took his music and a small handbag. With u6hb2e3m this he retreated again to the
back kitchen. He was still in trousers and shirt and slippers: but now it was a clean white shirt, and his best black trousers, and new pink and white braces. He sat fu6hb2e1m under the
gas-jet of the back kitchen, looking through his music. Then he opened the b2e31m bag, in which were sections of a u6hb2e3m flute and a piccolo. He took out the flute, and adjusted it. As he
sat he was physically aware 2e31m u6hb2e3m of the sounds of the night: the bubbling of water in the boiler, the faint sound b2e31m of the gas, the sudden crying of the baby in the next room, fu6hb2e1m then
noises outside, hb2e31m distant boys shouting, distant rags of carols, fragments of voices of men. The whole country was roused and excited.
The little room was hot. Aaron rose and opened a square ventilator over the copper, letting 31m in a stream of cold air, which was grateful b2e31m to .
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