The Story of a Whim: a Christmas Tale

"If a young man spells his name 'Christie,' he cannot blame fate when a pretty girl writes him an affectionate letter-under the impression that she is corresponding with a girl of her own age. To Christie Bailey, lonely and discouraged, it was a great temptation. He answered in the character of a lonely, freckled, 'spinster' of twenty-eight. Perhaps it was the clear trusting eyes in the photograph she sent him-anyway Christie Bailey not only started that Sunday School and had its benches crowded with little pickaninnies but actually had his friends attending. And the girl up North became so interested that without warning she came down to investigate."