`` I forgot Miss Allen . No , I do n't believe she did , '' answered Jean thoughtfully as she twisted up her pretty hair . `` How dismal it must be to be so forlorn as that on Christmas Eve of all times . Ugh ! I 'm glad I have friends . '' `` I saw Miss Allen watching us as we opened our parcels and letters , '' Beth went on . `` I happened to look up once , and such an expression as was on her face , girls ! It was pathetic and sad and envious all at once . It really made me feel bad -- for five minutes , '' she concluded honestly . `` Has n't Miss Allen any friends at all ? '' asked Beth . `` No , I do n't think she has , '' answered Jean . `` She has lived here for fourteen years , so Mrs. Pickrell says . Think of that , girls ! Fourteen years at Chestnut Terrace ! Is it any wonder that she is thin and dried-up and snappy ? '' `` Nobody ever comes to see her and she never goes anywhere , '' said Beth . `` Dear me ! She must feel lonely now when everybody else is being remembered by their friends . I ca n't forget her face tonight ; it actually haunts me .
Girls , how would you feel if you had n't anyone belonging XXXXX you , and if nobody thought about you at Christmas ? ''
Beth as at by for minutes of on that to