Ebenezer asked, closing the door behind him. "Well, sir," said Abel, "I ain't made up my mind full yet. But I'll be billblowed if I'm going to let Christmas go by without saying something about it in the window." "Night before Christmas'll be too late to advertise anything," said Ebenezer.
We has good times thar, me and Uncle Abe that's an old colored gentleman that lives jinin', and does nothin', just as I do. He lost his wife nex Christmas'll be a year; and, bein' lonesome like, he used to come over o' nights to talk about her, and tell how mizzable it was to be alone." "You are a widow, I presume," said Edith, her black eyes brimming with fun.