The mounds of gaily wrapped Christmas packages under the tree in the Barbour living room, were distributed amid sounds of merry confusion early this Christmas day, and the house which has been bursting at the seams since sunrise, is strangely quiet now in the pre-dinner hour. Hushed, as if waiting for the reassembling of the clan for Christmas dinner. Since arriving home from the hospital yesterday, and throughout the day, Teddy has noticed father Barbour looking at her in an oddly wistful fashion, which she now realizes was him trying to manoeuvre a moment alone with her.