"Of course;so it oughter be,"returned Mulrady,shortly."Why,it's only their one day out of 364;and I can have 363days off,as I am their boss.I don't mind a man's being independent,"he continued,taking off his coat and beginning to unpack his sack--a common "gunny bag"--used for potatoes."We're independent ourselves,ain't we,Slinn?"His good spirits,which had been at first labored and affected,had become natural.Slinn,looking at his brightened eye and fresher color,could not help thinking he was more like his own real self at this moment than in his counting-house and offices--with all his simplicity as a capitalist.A less abstracted and more observant critic than Slinn would have seen in this patient aptitude for real work,and the recognition of the force of petty detail,the dominance of the old market-gardener in his former humble,as well as his later more ambitious,successes.
"Heaven keep us from being dependent upon our children!"said Slinn,darkly.
"Let the young ones alone to-night;we can get along without them,as they can without us,"said Mulrady,with a slight twinge as he thought of his reflections on the hillside."But look here,there's some champagne and them sweet cordials that women like;there's jellies and such like stuff,about as good as they make 'em,I reckon;and preserves,and tongues,and spiced beef--take your pick!Stop,let's spread them out."He dragged the table to the middle of the floor,and piled the provisions upon it.They certainly were not deficient in quality or quantity."Now,Slinn,wade in.""I don't feel hungry,"said the invalid,who had lapsed again into a chair before the fire.
"No more do I,"said Mulrady;"but I reckon it's the right thing to do about this time.Some folks think they can't be happy without they're getting outside o'suthin',and my directors down at 'Frisco can't do any business without a dinner.Take some champagne,to begin with."He opened a bottle,and filled two tumblers."It's past twelve o'clock,old man,so here's a merry Christmas to you,and both of us ez is here.And here's another to our families--ez isn't."They both drank their wine stolidly.The rain beat against the windows sharply,but without the hollow echoes of the house on the hill."I must write to the old woman and Mamie,and say that you and me had a high old time on Christmas Eve.""By ourselves,"added the invalid.