ht it
wasn't all right I believe it would break my heart."

"I know it," says he. "I know what a sacrifice you made when you come
here on my account. If anything comes out wrong for you because of that
sacrifice it shore would break my heart. 'Button, button,' says he,
'who's got the sacrifice?' If you leave it to me I'd say it was Curly,
and not neither of us. Forget it, sis, and have another warfle."

"How do you like the place, Curly?" says she to me.

"I never seen anything like it," says I. "Like enough you paid too much
though. I bet you paid two or three thousand dollars for this land--you
was fooling when you said over two hundred thousand; and there ain't
enough of it to rope a cow on at that. You could have bought several
sections of real land for the same money; and how many cows this here
house cost there can't nobody figure."

About then I heard a noise out in the street. Four or five
people--Dutch, maybe--was playing in a band out there in front of the
Wisners'. A man come out and shooed 'em away. They stood out in front of
our place then and kept on playing. It seems like you can't eat in
Chicago without some one plays music around.

"Here; take 'em out some money, William," says Old Man Wright. "It's
Christmas."

They played some more then, and every morning since. I always hated 'em
and I reckon everybody else did along in there, but there didn't seem to
be no way to run 'em off.

"Well," says Old Man Wright when we finished our breakfast, "what are we
going to do today, sis?" says he. "It's good tracking snow, but there
ain't nothing to track. There ain't no need to see how the hay's holding
out or to wonder if the cows can break through the ice to get at water.
There ain't no horses in the barns. We ain't got a single thing to
do--not even feed the dogs."

Bonnie Bell was reading in the paper which William, the sad man, had put
by our plates. Her eyes got kind of soft and wetlike.

"I'll tell you what we can do, dad," says she. "Look at this list of
poor people here in town that ain't got no Christmas."

"I've got you, sis," says he. "William, go tell the driver to bring the
big car round; and tell the cook to get several baskets, full of
grub--we're going to have a little party."

Well, by and by the chauffore brought the car round in front and we went
out; and William and the others loaded her up with baskets. The
chauffore was looking kind of pale and shaky. He seemed to have
somethin