“I have.”
“Did you spend all the money?”
“Yes; every cent of it, my child.”
“And more too,” said Henry, as he looked back upon the procession of “goodies.”
“Did you, father?”
“I thought I would add a little to your gift,” said Mr. Lee, with a smile.
“How kind you are, father!”
“But all the things shall be called the children’s Christmas gift.”
Mr. Lee got into the carriage, and told the drivers of the wagons to follow him. The two horses were wide awake. They did not want to wait for the slow oxen, but Mr. Lee made them, for he wanted the procession to keep together.
When the procession had got about half way to Mrs. White’s house, a man covered with dirt and rags stopped the carriage. He said he was very poor, and had not eaten any thing since the morning before.