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An' they conceal their grief Chris'mas mornin' an' thry to look pleasant with murdher in their hearts. "Some wan has always give me a Chris'mas prisint, though no wan has anny r-right to. But no wan iver give me annything I cud wear or ate or dhrink or smoke or curl me hair with.
I wonder if you'll do 't." Zeb followed the direction of her eyes, and seemed to discern off Bradden Point a dot of white, as of a ship in sail. He pressed her arm to his side, but said nothing. "Clear your throats, friends," shouted his father, up the road, "an' let fly " As I sat on a sunny bank, A sunny bank, a sunny bank, As I sat on a sunny bank On Chris'mas day i' the mornin,
Iain' drunk; no, marster, Iain' drunk. I ain' teched a drap er nuffin' sence las' Chris'mas, suh'. "'Youer drunk, Ben, an' don't you dare ter 'spute my wo'd, er I'll kill you in yo' tracks! I'll talk ter you Sad'day night, suh, w'en you'll be sober, an' w'en you'll hab Sunday ter 'fleet over ou' conve'sation, an' 'nuss yo' woun's.
"Look what you've done, Miss Ruby! an' me miles away, thinkin' o' shipwrecks an' dead swollen men." "Look at the Chris'mas dinner, you mazed creature!" In truth, the goose was fast spoiling.
Clar ef I don't hev more holidays than dar is wuk-days, 'cordin 'ter his 'count." "Holidays!" said Berry; "dat's what's de matter. Hain't hed but jes tree holidays 'cep' de Chris'mas weeks, in all dat time.
A yell of approval greeted the suggestion. The chairman, bound to exercise the functions of office in season and out of season, while they lasted, thumped the table. "It is regular motioned an' carried," he announced, "that we break de bank fer de Kid's Chris'mas. Come on, boys!" The bank was run by the house, with the superintendent as paying teller.
I hope th' cillybration 'll occur on Chris'mas day. I'd like to hear th' sojers singin' 'Gawd r- rest ye, merry Chinnymen' as they punchered thim with a baynit." "'Twill be a good thing," said Mr. Hennessy. "It will that," said Mr. Dooley. "'Twill civilize th' Chinnymen," said Mr. Hennessy. "'Twill civilize thim stiff," said Mr. Dooley. "An' it may not be a bad thing f'r th' r-rest iv th' wurruld.
'Oh, he's somewheres up country, she'd say in the 'groping' voice, or 'He's drovin' in Queenslan', or 'Shearin' on the Darlin' the last time I heerd from him. 'We ain't had a line from him since les' see since Chris'mas 'fore last. And she'd turn her haggard eyes in a helpless, hopeless sort of way towards the west towards 'up-country' and 'Out-Back'.*
I wuz born plantin' corn time, de spring arfter big Jim an' de six steers got washed away at de upper ford right down dyar b'low de quarters ez he wuz a bringin' de Chris'mas things home; an' Marse Chan, he warn' born tell mos' to der harves' arfter my sister Nancy married Cun'l Chahmb'lin's Torm, 'bout eight years arfterwards.
I've had to give up here, but a little windfall come to us t'other day from an old uncle in Vermont. It ain't nothin' to brag of, but it'll give us a start an' we thought that while we had the money we'd do somethin' that we've been wantin' to do for years an' years give a Chris'mas an' we've done it. The money'll go some way an' we may never have another chance.
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