Romance of a Christmas Card e-bog

It was Christmas Eve and a Saturday night when Mrs. Larrabee, the Beulah ministers wife, opened the door of the study where her husband was deep in the revision of his next days sermon, and thrust in her comely head framed in a knitted rigolette.Luther, Im going to run down to Lettys. We think the twins are going to have measles; its the only thing they havent had, and Lettys spirits are not up to concert pitch. You look like a blessed old prophet to-night, my dear! Whats the text?The minister pushed back his spectacles and ruffled his gray hair.Isaiah VI, 8: And I heard the voice of the Lord, saying whom shall I send?... Then said I, Here am I, send me!It doesnt sound a bit like Christmas, somehow.