The children were in the living room, so intent on play that the opening of the front door was at first unnoticed. Martin stood looking at his safe, lovely children. They had opened the bottom drawer of the secretary and taken out the christmas decorations. And had managed to plug in the Christmas tree light and the green and red bulbs glowed with out-of-season festivity on the rug in the living room. At the moment he was trying to trail the bright cord over. Marianne's rocking horse Marianne sat on the floor pulling off an angel's wings. The children wailed a starting welcome. Martin swung the fat little baby girl up to his shoulder and Andy threw himself against his father's legs