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Susan was thankful for trunks, of all things in the world Cornelius, for horse cars Kitty, for pork steak while Clem, who is very quiet, brightened up when I came to him, and said he was thankful for his lame puppy. Wasn t that pretty It might teach some of us a lesson, mightn t it, little girl Pg 27 That s what Mamma said. Now I m going to give this whole Christmas to the Ruggleses and, Uncle Jack, I earned part of the money myself. You, my bird how Well, you see, it could not be my own, own Christmas if Papa gave me all the money, and I thought to really keep Christ s birthday I ought to do something of my very own and so I talked with Mamma. Of course she thought of something lovely she always does Mamma s head is just brimming over with lovely thoughts, all I have to do is ask, and out pops the very one I want. This thought was to let her write down, just as I told her, a description of how a child lived in her own room for three years, and what she did to amuse herself and we sent it to a magazine and got twenty five dollars for it. Just think Well, well, cried Uncle Jack, my little girl a real author And what are you going to do with this wonderful own money of yours I shall give the nine Ruggleses a grand Christmas dinner here in this very room cheap boys football shirts that will be Papa s contribution, and afterwards a beautiful Christmas tree, fairly blooming with presents that will be my part for I have another way of adding to my twenty five dollars, so that I can buy nearly anything Pg 28 I choose. I should like it very much if you would sit at the head of the table, Uncle Jack, for nobody could ever be frigh.egging him to take their free papers back again, and not to send them away. We don t want to be any freer than we are, they said. We have always had all we wanted. We don t want to leave the old place, and young mas r and Missis, and the rest. My good friends, said George, when he could get silence, there will be no need for you to leave me. We want quite as many servants as we did before. But now you are free men and free women. I shall pay you wages for your work, and if I die, or get into debt, you can t be taken away to be sold. That is all the difference. I want you all to stay with me, for I want to teach you how to live as free men and women ought. One thing more, added George, when the cheering and rejoicing had died away a little. You all remember our good old Uncle Tom. You have heard how he died, and how he sent his love to you all. It was on his grave, my friends, that I made up my mind, with God s help, never to own another slave, if it were possible to free him. I resolved that nobody, through my fault, should ever run the risk of being parted from his dear ones, and of dying far from them, as he died. 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