All-hallow-e'en had come.
The exercises about the tree had been carried out with great
success--tom-toms, war-whoop, song and dance. After supper, the apples
had been roasted, and the whole family "bobbed" for them in the
wash-tub; father, mother, Chi, and even little May joining heartily in
the fun. Then they had melted lead, sailed nutshells freighted with
wishes, and finally "loved their Loves" with all the letters of the
alphabet.
When all were off to bed and sound asleep, Chi took his lantern, and
went up again to the old butternut tree in the corner of the pasture.
It was preparing to snow. A chill wind drew through the bare branches,
and caused a wild commotion among the roosters' tail feathers that
dangled from one of the lower ones.
Chi unlocked the little door, and from the hollow took out a handful of
notes. He thrust them into the side pocket of his coat, relocked the
door, and went back to his room over the shed. There, by the light of
the lantern, he read them and rejoiced over them; re-read them and cried
a little over them, nor was he ashamed of his tears; for in the precious
missives, Rose and Hazel, March and Budd and Cherry, had shown, as in a
mirror, the workings of their loving hearts.
All-hallo w-e'en.
MY DEAR MOTHER,--I have a great favor to ask of you and father. Will
you hang up _your_ stockings this year and let us children fill them
instead of your filling ours? I don't want you to take one cent of the
money you are earning by having Hazel here to buy me anything. I want
every penny of it to go to pay off that mortgage you told us of--for I
feel just as you do about it, and only wish I had known it last
Hallow-e'en when I asked for the paints and brushes. It makes me sick
just to think of all we asked for, and you not having any money to buy
them with--and never telling us! Oh, mother!
Your devoted son,
MARCH BLOSSOM.
All-hallow-e'en.
MY DEAR POPSEY,--Me and Cherry want to help you and Martie pay off that
morgige she told us about. March says it is a dreadfull thing that we
must get rid of just as soon as we can. So Cherry and me are going to
give you 2 dollars apeace out of our $3 we saved for ourselves out of
the jam and the chickens as we voted in the N.B.B.O.O. That will make
four dollars and March says it will be just 1/300 of what you owe and
will help a great deal. I think the other $1 we have left will be
enough to buy presents for the rest of the famly, don't you?
Your Son,
BUDD BLOSSOM.
P.S. I meant to say I don't expect anything this year 'cause last year I
asked for a double-runner and a bat and a new cap with fir on the edges
like the boys at Barton's and 20 cents to buy marbles with and I didn't
get them 'cause you were sick and I 'm sorry I asked for so much to
bother you when you were sick. B.B.
DEAR FRIEND CHI,--Do you think you can find out in some way what March
and Budd would like for Christmas? And if you know anything special
that Rose wants very _specially_, please let me know at your earliest
convenience so I can send to New York for it. I should like to consult
you about some gifts for Aunt Tryphosa and Maria-Ann, and if you could
get a chance to take me down to the Barton's River shops all alone by
myself, I should esteem it a great favor.
Your true friend,
HAZEL CLYDE.
All-hallow-e'en.
P. S. I 'm rather anxious about the note I put in the Wishing-Tree for
papa.
All-hallow-e'en.
DARLING PATER NOSTER,--When I think of last year, my heart aches for you
and my precious Martie. Oh, why did n't she tell us before! I never
should have asked for that dress and the French grammar and dictionary
and the cheap set of Dickens', if I had only known.
_Do_, Pater dear, let us know in the future if you are in trouble, and
let us help share it. Would n't that make it easier for you?
Now a favor; I want you and Martie to play boy and girl again this year
and hang up _your_ stockings for a change; and please, _please_, father
dear, don't give us anything this year--we don't want anything but you
and Martie, and besides, we have money of our _own_! Chi calls us
"bloated bond-holders," and says we have formed a "combine."
Your loving daughter,
ROSE BLOSSOM.
DEAREST COUSIN JACK,--I have n't answered your letter because I 've been
having too good a time. This is only a Wishing-Tree note; I want you to
do me a favor, please; find out what I can buy nice for papa with a
dollar. I 've earned it myself (and a great deal more, Jack, you would
be surprised if you knew how much the preserves and chickens came to)
and want him to have a present out of it. Then, I would like to buy
something for Doctor Heath, about fifty cents' worth, and another fifty
cents' worth for Mrs. Heath. I want to give Aunt Carrie a little
something, too, _out of my own earnings_; (I've all my two quarterly
allowances besides,) I can afford fifty cents for her; and then I would
like to remember Wilkins with a little gift out of _my earnings_ for
mamma's sake as well as my own, and then I shall have twenty-five cents
left of the money I worked for. The rest we all voted to put aside for
March to help him through college. He wants to be an architect, you
know, and he draws beautifully. I shall be glad of your advice.
In haste, yours devotedly,
HAZEL.
All-hallow-e'en, MOUNT HUNGER.
DEAR CHI,--May wants a doll the kind she saw last summer down at
Barton's River. I ve got only a doller to spend for all the famly, so
will you plese ask the pris for me as I am afrade it will be to high.
There is a big french one in the right hand window at Smith's store with
a libel on it 7$, and I play it's mine when I am down there and you are
buying horse-feed. I have named her Emilie Angelique. Rose spelt it for
me.
Your loving CHERRY BOUNCE.
DEAR OLD CHI,--If you can find out what Hazel would like specially for
Christmas, just let me know.