Then suddenly I
remembered it was Christmas, and what thanksgivings had been
in heaven about it, and what should be on earth; and a
lingering of the notes of praise I had heard last night made a
sort of still music in the air. But I did not expect at all
that any of the ordinary Christmas festivities would come home
to me, seeing that my father and mother were away. Where
should Christmas festivities come from? So, when Margaret rose
up and showed all her teeth at me, I only thought last night
had given her pleasure; and I suspected nothing, even when she
stepped into the next room and brought in a little table
covered with a shawl, and set it close by my bedside. "Am I to
have breakfast in bed?" I asked. "What is this for?"
"Dunno, Miss Daisy," said Margaret, with all her white teeth
sparkling; — 'spose Miss Daisy take just a look, and see what
'pears like."
I felt the colour come into my face. I raised myself on my
elbow and lifted up cautiously one corner of the shawl.
Packages — white paper and brown paper — long and short, large
and small! "O Margaret, take off the shawl, won't you!" I
cried; — "and let me see what is here.
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