--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. I have written a letter to the organist,
and asked him if I might have the two songs I like best. Will you see
if it is all right?"
"BIRDS NEST, Dec. 21st, 188-.
DEAR MR. WILKIE,--
I am the little sick girl who lives next door to the church, and, as I
seldom go out, the music on practice days and Sundays is one of my
greatest pleasures.
I want to know if you can let the boys sing 'Carol, brothers, carol,'
on Christmas night, and if the one who sings 'My ain countree' so
beautifully may please sing that too. I think it is the loveliest song
in the world, but it always makes me cry; doesn't it you?
If it isn't too much trouble, I hope they can sing them both quite
early, as after ten o'clock I may be asleep.
--Yours respectfully,
CAROL BIRD.
P.S.--The reason I like 'Carol, brothers, carol,' is because the
choir-boys sang it eleven years ago, the morning I was born, and put it
into Mama's head to call me Carol. She didn't remember then that my
other name would be Bird, because she was half asleep, and couldn't
think of but one thing at a time. Donald says if I had been born on
the Fourth of July they would have named me 'Independence,' or if on
the twenty-second of February, 'Georgina,' or even 'Cherry,' like
Cherry in Martin Chuzzlewit; but I like my own name and birthday best.
--Yours truly,
CAROL BIRD."
Uncle Jack thought the letter quite right, and did not even smile at
her telling the organist so many family items. The days flew by, as
they always fly in holiday time, and it was Christmas eve before
anybody knew it. The family festival was quiet and very pleasant, but
quite swallowed
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