Mrs. Gratz opened her eyes and looked out at the drizzle that made the
Christmas morning gray. Her bed stood against the window, and it was
easy for her to look out; all she had to do was to roll over and pull
the shade aside. Having looked at the weather she rolled again on to
the broad flat of her back and made herself comfortable for awhile,
for there was no reason why she should get up until she felt like it.
"Such a Christmas!" she said good-naturedly to herself. "I guess such
weathers is bad for Santy Claus. Mebby it is because of such weathers
he don't come by my house. I don't blame him. So muddy!"