Of course she thought of something lovely; she always
does; Mama's head is just brimming over with lovely thoughts, and
all I have to do is ask, and out pops the very one I want. This
thought was, to let her write down, just as I told her, a
description of how a little girl lived in her own room three
years, and what she did to amuse herself; and we sent it to a
magazine and got twenty-five dollars for it. Just think!"
"Well, well," cried Uncle Jack, "my little girl a real author!
And what are you going to do with this wonderful 'own' money of
yours?"
"I shall give the nine Ruggleses a grand Christmas dinner here in
this very room--that will be Papa's contribution, and afterwards
a beautiful Christmas tree, fairly blooming with presents--that
will be my part; for I have another way of adding to my
twenty-five dollars, so that I can buy everything I like. I
should like it very much if you would sit at the head of the
table, Uncle Jack, for nobody could ever be frightened of you,
you dearest, dearest, dearest thing that ever was! Mama is going
to help us, but Papa and the boys are going to eat together down
stairs for fear of making the little Ruggleses shy; and after
we've had a merry time with the tree we can open my window and
all listen together to the music at the evening church-service,
if it comes before the children go.
Pages:
21
22
23
24
25
26
27
28
29
30
31
32
33
34
35
36
37
38
39
40
41
42
43
44
45