A merry Christmas did not fall to the lot of George Vavasor on the present occasion. An early Christmas-box he did receive in the shape of a very hurried note from his friend Burgo. "This will be brought to you by Stickling," the note said; but who Stickling was Vavasor did not know. "I send the bill. Couldn't you get the money and send it me, as I don't want to go up to town again before the thing comes off? You're a trump; and will do the best you can. Don't let that rogue off for less than a hundred and twenty.--Yours, B. F." Vavasor, therefore, having nothing better to do, spent his Christmas morning in calling on Mr. Magruin.

George Vavasor did not have a merry Christmas. He received an early gift in the shape of a very hurried note from his friend Burgo.
"I am sending the bill. Could you get the money and send it me, as I don't want to go up to town again? Don't let that rogue off for less than a hundred and twenty. Yours, B. F."
Vavasor, therefore, spent his Christmas morning in calling on Mr. Magruin.
