ing-room
to see what Santa Claus had brought, and there were eight stockings all
stuffed full! Three long, white stockings, that looked as if they might
be mamma's, were for the little girls, and three coarse woollen
stockings were for the little nigs; and now whom do you suppose the
others were for? Why, for Mammy and Aunt Milly, to be sure! Oh, such
lots of things--candies and nuts, and raisins and fruits in every
stocking; then there was a doll baby for each of the children. Diddie's
was a big china doll, with kid feet and hands, and dressed in a red
frock trimmed with black velvet. Dumps's was a wax baby with eyes that
would open and shut; and it had on a long white dress, just like a
sure-enough baby, and a little yellow sack, all worked around with
white.
Tot was so little, and treated her dollies so badly, that "Old Santa"
had brought her an India-rubber baby, dressed in pink tarlatan, with a
white sash.
Dilsey, Chris, and Riar each had an alabaster baby, dressed in white
Swiss, and they were all just alike, except that they had different
colored sashes on.
And Diddie had a book full of beautiful stories, and Dumps had a slate
and pencil, and Tot had a "Noah's ark," and Mammy and Aunt Milly had red
and yellow head "handkerchiefs," and Mammy had a new pair of "specs" and
a nice warm hood, and Aunt Milly had a delaine dress; and 'way down in
the toes of their stockings they each found a five-dollar gold piece,
for Old Santa had seen how patient and good the two dear old women were
to the children, and so he had "thrown in" these gold pieces.
How the little folks laughed and chatted as they pulled the things out
of their stockings! But pretty soon Mammy made them put them all away,
to get ready for breakfast.
After breakfast the big plantation bell was rung, and the negroes all
came up to the house. And then a great box that had been in the
store-room ever since the wagons got back from the river, three weeks
before, was brought in and opened, and Mrs. Waldron took from it dresses
and hats, and bonnets and coats, and vests and all sorts of things,
until every pair of black hands had received a present, and every pair
of thick lips exclaimed,
"Thankee, mistis! thankee, honey; an' God bless yer!"
And then Chris, who had been looking anxiously every moment or two
towards the quarters, cried out,
"Yon' dey is! I see um! Yon' dey come!"
And down the long avenue appeared the funniest sort of a process
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