Sam (putting note in Pa’s hand)—Read and see.
Pa (reads)—“I promise to fill up the wood box every morning before school. Your lovin’ son, Sam.” Well now if that ain’t an original Christmas-box and a mighty good one, too.
Minerva—Here’s mine, Ma (hands the note).
Ma (reads)—
“Dear Ma, you need not ever fear
That the dishes won’t be done.
For I’ll wash them throughout the year
And make believe it’s fun.”
You dear child, give me a kiss. And to think you hate doin’ dishes so. This is what I call a noble sacrifice.