Title: The Christmas gift : A story for little folks
Author: Optic, Oliver
Language: English
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[Illustration: In the Play Room.]



[Illustration: RIVERDALE STORY BOOKS

THE CHRISTMAS GIFT

Boston, Lee & Shepard.]



                          The Riverdale Books.

                          THE CHRISTMAS GIFT.

                       A STORY FOR LITTLE FOLKS.


                                   BY

                             OLIVER OPTIC,

     AUTHOR OF “THE BOAT CLUB,” “ALL ABOARD,” “NOW OR NEVER,” “TRY
           AGAIN,” “POOR AND PROUD,” “LITTLE BY LITTLE,” &c.


                                BOSTON:
                            LEE AND SHEPARD,
                (SUCCESSORS TO PHILLIPS, SAMPSON & CO.)
                                 1868.



      Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1862, by
                           WILLIAM T. ADAMS,
In the Clerk’s Office of the District Court of the District of Massachusetts.



                          ELECTROTYPED AT THE
                       BOSTON STEREOTYPE FOUNDRY.



                          THE CHRISTMAS GIFT.



                                   I.


There were to be great times at Mr. Lee’s house during the Christmas
Holidays. Frank and Flora had long looked forward to this season, for
they expected to enjoy themselves more than ever before.

Their two cousins, Henry and Sarah Vernon, were to spend a week with
them; and this alone would have made them very happy. Besides this,
Christmas was to be celebrated in a manner worthy of the occasion.

The windows of the parlor and sitting room had been dressed with
evergreen, and looked very pretty. And the day before Christmas, when
Flora wanted to enter the parlor, she found the doors were all locked.
At first she did not know what to make of this, for she had never known
the doors to be fastened before.

She was going to ask her mother why the doors were locked, when she
happened to think that her father and mother might want to surprise the
children in some manner, and she decided not to say any thing about
the matter.

Henry and Sarah came in the noon train, and their cousins were very
glad to see them. They lived in the city, and had a great deal to say
about the fine things at home. Then Frank had to tell about his voyage
down the river on a raft. The city cousins felt a deep interest in this
story, for they had heard their parents speak of it.

Flora had no story to tell, and seemed to be thrown into the shade by
the fine talk of her city cousins, and the great doings of her brother
Frank. But she was thinking of something all the time――something that
was a great deal better than fine talk, or even sailing on the river.

She had a great plan in her head. She had been thinking of it for
two or three weeks. Indeed, she had been so kind of sober while she
thought, that her parents feared she might be sick. She was almost
always laughing, and was as fond of play as any little girl you ever
saw.

It is no wonder, therefore, that her father and mother thought she must
be sick, for this plan had made a great change in her,――just as when
boys and girls become men and women, and have a great many things to
think about, they have to stop playing, and do not laugh half so much
as when they were children.

After dinner, the children all met in the play room. It was a nice
little chamber up stairs, where Frank and Flora kept their playthings,
and where they played in stormy weather. I dare say all my little
readers would have enjoyed a visit to this room, for it was a perfect
museum of playthings.

In one corner there was a complete doll’s house. It is true, there was
but one room in Miss Dolly’s mansion, but it had ever so many fine
things in it.

It was about a yard square. Two sides of the room were formed of the
two sides of the chamber, while the other two were made of a kind of
fence, about six inches high.

This little chamber had a carpet of its own――and a very pretty carpet
it was, too. I believe it was a piece of drab cashmere, with a handsome
figure on it; and it looked just like a carpet.

In one corner stood the bed. It was nicely made up, with a clean white
spread, and real sheets and pillows. The bedstead was made of rosewood,
and the corners were carved; and if you had seen it, you would have
said it was the prettiest one in the world.

There was a centre table in the middle of the room, on which were
placed two or three of the tiniest books you ever saw. One of them was
called “A Picture of London.” It was given to Flora by her friend Mr.
Bigelow, a bookseller in the city. Another was “The Life of Tom Thumb.”
Neither of these books was more than an inch square; and they were just
big enough for the little centre table.

Six tiny chairs stood around the room, besides two sofas, and a rocking
chair. Near the bed was a handsome stuffed arm-chair, in which Miss
Dolly herself was seated.

Miss Dolly was a very pretty young lady. She had a wax head, with glass
eyes, and real hair. She was clothed in a white muslin dress, trimmed
with satin ribbon. It was rather a cool dress for Christmas; but I
suppose Flora thought she ought to look like a bride at this time,
though it was winter.

Her cousin Sarah had never seen Miss Dolly or her mansion house before,
and she was so pleased that she danced with delight. She had to take up
Miss Dolly herself, and examine every article of her dress. Then she
picked up every article in the room and looked at it. Not content with
this, the bed had to be pulled to pieces, and re-made, so that she
could see every part of it.

Henry Vernon, being a boy, was, of course, _above_ taking an interest
in dollies and baby-houses. But he could not help being pleased with
the pretty room in which Miss Dolly lived. He looked at the bed, the
sofas, and the chairs, and said some smart things about dolls and
baby-houses in general.

He then turned his attention to the rocking-horse, the tin steamboat,
and other wonderful things that were in the play room. Frank showed
him all the toys, hoops, rattles, and “things” he had. By the time he
had finished, and the girls had put Miss Dolly’s room to rights, Flora
called the meeting to order by hinting that she had something to say.

All were ready to hear her; but poor Flora was so wild over her great
plan, that she could hardly say what she wished. She had been thinking
of something for a long time, and she almost trembled for fear the
others would not like her plan.

“Do you know what I have been thinking about these three weeks?” said
she, her pretty face red with excitement.

“How should we know?” replied Henry, with a laugh.

“Was it about a sleigh ride?” asked Sarah.

“No; nothing of that kind.”

“A Christmas tree?”

“No; guess again.”

“About having a party?”

“No.”

“What was it?”

“When you guess right, I’ll tell you.”

“Wasn’t it about a rag baby?” said Henry, with a sneer.

“No, it wasn’t.”

They all guessed round several times, but none of them guessed right.
By this time Flora was calm enough to unfold her great plan.

“Do you know there is a poor woman in Riverdale――”

“Lots of them,” put in Henry.

“But there is one poor woman in Riverdale that I want to tell you
about. She is a widow――that means that she hasn’t got any body to take
care of her.”

Henry burst out in a hearty laugh, which quite surprised poor Flora;
and she wondered what she had said that was so funny.

“Do you suppose we don’t know what a widow is?” asked Henry, who was
a city boy, and rather smart. “Besides, a widow isn’t a woman that
hasn’t got any one to take care of her.”

“No one but David, I mean,” added Flora, who felt that she had made a
mistake.

“Who is David?” said Sarah.

“He is the poor widow’s son; and he is a real nice boy. He sells
newspapers and gets money for his poor mother; and she thinks there is
not another boy like David in the world.”

“Does she, indeed! What a funny mother she must be, to be sure!”
laughed Henry.

“Hush!” said Flora; “there comes my mother, and I don’t want her to
know any thing about it yet.”

So they all went to playing with Dolly and the rocking-horse; but
Mrs. Lee did not stop but a moment. She only came in to see what the
children were about; for they laughed so loud, she was afraid they were
doing some mischief.

[Illustration]



[Illustration: Counting the Money.]



                                  II.


Just as soon as Mrs. Lee had left the room, the little party gathered
round Flora again to find out what she had been thinking about. They
all wanted to know. Even Henry, who talked so big, and felt so big, was
just as eager as Sarah and Frank.

“David White――that’s the poor widow’s son――earns lots of money by
selling papers. But his mother is very poor,” continued Flora.

“You told us that before,” said Henry.

“Dear me! so I did. Well――his mother is very poor.”

“That’s three times you have said it.”

“What ails me?” laughed Flora. “I believe I can’t say what I wanted.”

“Try again, then,” added Sarah.

“Well, Mrs. White――that’s the poor widow’s name――as she is very
poor――――”

The children all laughed then till their sides ached, and Master Henry
had nearly smashed Miss Dolly’s quarters all to pieces, he was so much
amused because Flora said the same thing so many times.

“Never mind him,” said Sarah. “Now go on, Flora.”

“Well, I was just going to say that Mrs. White was very poor――――”

“You _did_ say that,” roared Henry; and they all laughed again till
they were as red as red apples.

“I declare――well then――but people say they don’t see how poor Mrs.
White will be able to get through the winter. They say the times are
very hard, and that she can’t get any work.”

“But where is that smart son of hers?”

“O, he earns lots of money; but then the poor folks don’t buy so many
papers in hard times. He has got lots of brothers and sisters.”

“How many?――about two hundred?” asked Henry.

“Dear me! Of _course_ not,” replied Flora, with a twist of the head
that made that heap of pretty curls fly all over her rosy cheeks. “He
has got two brothers, and two sisters, besides himself.”

“Is he his own brother?” laughed Henry.

“Of course he isn’t.”

“You said he had two brothers, and two sisters, _besides himself_.”

“Well, you city boys are so very proper!” said Flora, with a pout of
her cherry lips. “I mean that his mother has two boys and two girls
besides David.”

“O, then David is a girl,” cried Henry.

“How particular you are!” said Flora, with another pout. “Won’t you
please to say it for me?”

“You mean that she has four children besides David.”

“That is just what I mean,” added Flora, who was pleased to have the
matter settled. “She can’t take care of them all this winter, and
something must be done to help her.”

“Isn’t there an almshouse in Riverdale?” asked Henry.

“Why, she don’t want to go to the almshouse. How would you like to go
to the almshouse, Henry?”

“I shouldn’t like it; but I am not a pauper.”

“What’s a pauper?” asked Flora.

“Why, a poor person that has to be taken care of by the town or city.”

“You may be a pauper one of these days.”

“I guess not.”

“Would you like to be sent off to the almshouse, if you were?”

“I don’t know but I should.”

“Well, Mrs. White don’t, any way. And I am going to do something to
help her.”

“You! what can you do?” sneered Henry.

“I have got lots of money. I have got a savings bank, and it is almost
full. I am going to buy a lot of things to-night――a barrel of flour,
some sugar, some tea, some coffee, some potatoes, and――O, lots of
things! I am going to get father to let me have a horse and wagon, and
to-morrow morning we will all go over to Mrs. White’s with the things.”

“That will be first rate, Flora,” said Frank. “She shall have all my
money, too, and I’ve got more than you have.”

“You are real good, Frank,” replied Flora. “We can buy ever so many
things. Won’t we have a nice time! And won’t Mrs. White be glad, and
won’t she be surprised when we take the things in to her!”

“Won’t she, though!”

“We must send her a load of wood too. Don’t you want to give something,
Henry?”

“Yes, I should like to, but I haven’t got much to give.”

“I have got a dollar, and so have you,” said Sarah.

“I don’t want to give all of it. I want to buy something for myself.”

“I will give all of mine.”

“I will give half a dollar,” added Henry.

Then Frank and Flora took their money boxes out of a drawer in the
play room. They were little wooden boxes with holes in the top to slip
the money through. Each of them had a key, and the savings banks were
emptied upon the floor.

Henry helped Flora count her money, and they found there was two
dollars and seventy cents. Frank’s box had contained three dollars and
twenty cents. The two cousins gave a dollar and a half; and the whole
sum for the poor widow was seven dollars and forty cents.

To the children this was a great sum of money, and they thought it
would pay all of Mrs. White’s expenses for the winter. Frank was chosen
to keep the funds, and he put them into one of the boxes. Then Flora
said they had better go down and tell her father all about the plan,
and he would show them how to go to work.

Flora was so delighted, she could not walk, but went dancing down the
stairs and through the entries. She kept thinking all the time how glad
the poor widow would be to see the things, and how happy they would all
be when they carried them to her.

Mr. and Mrs. Lee were in the sitting room when the party rushed through
the entry. They saw that “something was in the wind,” and Mr. Lee threw
down the newspaper which the little merchant had just brought to him,
and Mrs. Lee stopped sewing. The children came just as though the house
was on fire, and they would all be burnt to death if they did not run
as fast as ever they could.

“Father!” shouted Flora, as she bolted into the room, followed by the
others.

“What is the matter, my dear? Have you hurt you?”

“O, no, father. I’ve got something to tell you――something first rate;
and I want you to help me――I mean we――for we are all going to do it.”

“What are you going to do? I should think you meant to set the river
afire!”

“O, no, nothing of that kind, father. We are going to give a Christmas
present to Mrs. White. You know she is very poor, and has a hard time
to take care of all her family.”

“She has, indeed, my child.”

“We have put all our money together, and we are going to buy a load of
wood, a barrel of flour, lots of potatoes, and meat, and coffee, and
tea, sugar, and――and――pepper, and salt, and mustard――――”

“Stop, stop, my child! You will have a fit if you run on in this way.”

Her father and mother, and the children, all laughed to hear Flora
talk so fast, and add such things as pepper and mustard to her list. I
suppose they thought the poor widow could get along very well without
such things as these.

Mr. Lee said he liked the plan, and that he would take the money and
buy such things as he thought Mrs. White needed. He promised to have
every thing ready for them to start at eight o’clock the next morning.

While the children were at tea, the parlor doors were unlocked, and the
room lighted. One end was occupied by a beautiful Christmas tree, which
was covered all over with candles and pretty things.

When Flora and Frank and their cousins entered the parlor, they were
very much surprised, for none of them had ever seen any thing so
brilliant before, and they all passed a merry Christmas Eve.

[Illustration]



[Illustration: The Procession.]



                                  III.


The children were up bright and early at Mr. Lee’s on Christmas
morning. They had expected a visit from Santa Claus during the night,
and the stockings had all been left so that he could easily find them.

Truly Santa Claus had been kind to them, for the stockings were not
only well filled, but a table was also covered all over with fine
things. There were all kinds of playthings, and books, and games, and
pictures.

The parents of Frank and Flora were rich, and could afford to give
them a great many nice things. I don’t think they cared so much for
playthings as some children I have seen. They had so many of them that
they did not value them as some poorer children would have done.

After Flora had emptied her stocking, and gathered up the books, games,
and pictures that belonged to her, she told Frank she wished she had
all the money they cost, so that she could give it to poor Mrs. White.

Frank said he wished he had the money for his presents, for he was
sure it would make the poor widow happier than the things would him.
But they were both very grateful to their parents for thinking of
them,――for they knew that Santa Claus was only another name for father
and mother.

All the little boys and girls don’t know this. Emma――that is one of my
little girls――asked me if I did not take out the register, so that
Santa Claus could get into the room, and fill up her stocking. But she
is only four years old.

“Merry Christmas” rang through the house till breakfast was over, and
then the children were in a great hurry to make the visit to Mrs.
White. Mr. Lee had gone out early in the morning, and they were all
sure that he would do every thing right.

At eight o’clock, Mrs. Lee had bundled up the children in their warm
hoods and cloaks, ready for a start. Then they wanted to be off at
once, and Flora’s mother could hardly keep her from running out in the
cold, before the things were ready.

I suppose my readers all know that in the city, or any where, when they
want to have a great time, they get up a procession, and march through
the streets. They sometimes have wagons, and chariots, and carriages.

Mr. Lee, who was very glad to find that the children were so kind as
to remember the poor widow on Christmas, meant to surprise them. So
he got up a kind of procession. Perhaps you will think it was a queer
procession; but it pleased the children ever so much, and Flora was
almost wild with delight.

While they were looking out the window, they saw Mr. Lee drive up with
the carryall. He came very slowly, for behind him was a wagon with a
cord of wood on it, drawn by two yokes of oxen. Then came a cart with
two barrels of potatoes, a barrel of flour, and a barrel of apples
on it. Behind this was a wagon loaded with buckets of sugar, rice,
coffee, with packages of tea, salt, and other groceries; a ham, a
turkey, a keg of salt pork; and a great many other things.

Flora screamed with delight when she saw this procession. It was more
grand than an army of soldiers, and she thought she would rather go in
it than be the Queen of England.

Frank was pleased, and so were the two city cousins. Henry even went so
far as to wish he had given all his money, instead of half of it.

The children all bolted out at the front door, and Mr. Lee helped them
into the carryall.

“This is first rate, father,” said Flora. “Won’t Mrs. White be
surprised!”

“I think she will be,” replied Mr. Lee. “She will have good reason to
be surprised.”

“I hope you have got lots of things.”

“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.

“Poor man!” said Flora. “Do give him something, father.”

“Bless you, little miss! Your father is too kind to refuse me,” said
the man.

“I can’t do any thing for you,” said Mr. Lee, firmly.

“Do, father,” added Flora.

“Any small change, to buy me something to eat,” said the man, in
pleading tones.

“If you are hungry, go to my house, and my wife will feed you,” replied
Mr. Lee.

“Won’t you give me the matter of a few cents?” begged the man.

“Not a cent.”

“I will,” said Henry. “I don’t want the poor man to go hungry;” and he
threw him a ten-cent piece.

“God bless you, my little man!” said the beggar, as he picked up the
money. “May you never want for a meal of victuals!”

Mr. Lee started his horses, and the procession again moved on. Flora
wondered that her father should deny the poor man. She pitied him very
much, when he said he had eaten nothing since the morning before. She
thought what a dreadful thing it was to be hungry, and have nothing to
eat.

She wanted to cry, she felt so badly, and she thought her father was
very hard not to give him a little money when he needed it so much. If
she had only had some money, she would have given him the whole of it.

“You did very wrong, Henry,” said Mr. Lee, when they had gone a little
way farther.

“Wrong, sir?” replied Henry. “Why, didn’t the man say he had eaten
nothing for a whole day.”

“That may be, and it may not be.”

“But I know he was hungry by the looks of him,” said Flora.

“Those who have any thing to give away ought to be very careful to whom
they give it. The man looked like a drunkard. Very likely he will spend
the money you gave him, Henry, for liquor. It is not charity to give a
man rum.”

“Do you think he is a bad man, father?” asked Flora.

“I don’t know that he is. I told him to go to the house, and your
mother would give him something to eat. You saw that he wanted money
more than food. I am afraid, Henry, your money will do him more hurt
than good.”

“I hope not, uncle.”

“It is not charity to give money to such persons. When you have any
thing to give, you ought to use a great deal of care. We should visit
the poor, and find out about them.”

“We know Mrs. White is good,” said Flora.

“We do; and we may give to her without fear.”

The children had learned a new lesson about giving――a lesson which
every body ought to learn.



[Illustration: The Christmas Tree.]



                                  IV.


Mrs. White, the poor widow, had been able to get along very well while
she could obtain work, and while David, her oldest son, could sell
plenty of newspapers. But it was very hard times, and there was not
much work to be done; so the poor had to get along as well as they
could.

Many of the mills had ceased to work because the times were so hard,
and therefore the men who had bought a paper every day could not afford
to do so now. David lost about one half of his trade. His mother earned
very little, and she had no idea how she should be able to get through
the hard winter.

On that bright, cold Christmas morning, the poor widow thought how
happy the rich must be, who had plenty to eat, and plenty of coal to
keep them warm. She thought of the future, and feared she should be
obliged to ask the town to help her. She did not want to do this, but
she could not think of letting her children suffer for the want of
food, or shiver in the cold.

While she was thinking of these things, Mr. Lee drove up to the front
door, and the children all got out of the carryall. Mrs. White wondered
what they had come for, and she was still more surprised when she saw
the great load of wood, the cart with the barrels, and the wagon full
of buckets and bundles.

She did not know what to make of it, for she did not understand that
all these things were for her.

“I wish you a merry Christmas!” shouted Flora, as she rushed into the
kitchen, where Mrs. White and the children were.

“Thank you, Miss Flora,” replied Mrs. White. “May you live to see a
great many, and all of them happy as the present.”

All the rest of the children wished the poor widow and all her family a
merry Christmas. Flora capered about the room, almost beside herself
with joy.

“We have brought you lots of good things, Mrs. White,” said she, when
the children had all wished the family a merry Christmas. “We put all
our money together, and bought you a load of wood, some flour, and
potatoes, and apples, and tea, and sugar, and pepper, and salt, and
mustard, and――――”

“That will do, Flora,” said her father. “Mrs. White will soon find out
what you have brought.”

“I am very grateful to you all, children, for thinking of me. May God
reward you for your kindness!” replied Mrs. White, with tears in her
eyes.

“We wanted to make it a happy day for you, and David, and the rest of
the children,” added Flora.

“It will be the happiest day I have seen for a month,” said Mrs. White.
“I was thinking this very morning what would become of us; but you have
filled my home with plenty. I shall never forget you, children.”

Then Flora danced three or four times round the room, for she was so
happy she could not keep still. I hope my readers have all found out
that “it is more blessed to give than to receive.” I am sure Flora and
Frank were quite as happy as the poor widow――though her fears about her
children being cold and hungry had suddenly been driven away.

She felt that God had heard her prayers, and made these children the
agents of his bounty. Her eyes were full of tears, but they were tears
of joy. As she heard the rattling of the sticks of wood which the men
were throwing from the wagon, it seemed like sweet music to her ears.
Then the barrels were rolled into the kitchen, the buckets placed in
the closet, and the bundles on the table, so that the room looked just
as though she had set up a store.

“These things are the Christmas gift of the children,” said Mr. Lee,
when the articles had all been brought into the house. “They got up the
affair themselves, without my knowledge. No one told them to do it; and
I am sure they will all remember to-day as one of the happiest days of
their lives.”

“They are very kind; and I shall think of them and pray for them as
long as I live,” replied Mrs. White. “I was afraid this morning that
we should all have to go to the poorhouse. I spoke to David about it,
and the poor boy cried as though his heart would break. He is a very
tender-hearted child.”

“I hope I shall be able to pay you for all these things some time,”
said David.

“O, we don’t want any pay,” exclaimed Flora. “That would spoil every
thing. This is our Christmas gift, David. You wouldn’t pay for a
gift――would you, David?”

“You are very good, and I hope I shall be able to do something for you
one of these days, Flora,” replied David. “You are very rich, and we
are very poor, so that we can’t do much for you.”

“Yes, you can,” said Flora.

“What can I do?”

“You can love us; and that is all we want――isn’t it, father?”

“Yes, my child; and we must always deserve their love. We may yet be
poor, and David may yet be very rich.”

“When he is, David will be good to us, I know. Wouldn’t it be funny,
if we should get poor, and David should bring us a load of wood, some
potatoes, flour, tea, sugar, and apples?”

“And mustard and pepper,” added Henry, laughing.

“It would not be very funny for us, but I know we should be thankful to
him,” replied Mr. Lee, with a smile.

“Well, David, when things change, you shall do for us what we have done
for you, and then it will be all square.”

“I hope you never will be poor, but if you are, I will give you every
thing I have,” said David, in a feeling and earnest tone.

The children stopped nearly an hour at the little black cottage; but
they were so happy, it seemed like a palace to them. They had all felt
the luxury of doing good. The plenty they had carried to the home of
the poor family filled their own hearts with plenty――with love and
peace.

Before they went away, Mr. Lee gave Mrs. White money enough to buy
some warm clothes for all the children, and for herself. She had
nothing more to fear from the cold winter and hard times; and she hoped
in the spring to be able to take care of her family herself.

The party, so happy they could hardly keep from shouting, bade the
family good by, and started for home. As they passed through the
village, they saw, in front of a store where rum was sold, two men
fighting. They were soon parted by some people, and Henry saw that one
of them was the man to whom he had given the money.

Mr. Lee said he had been drinking. He stopped the horses, and asked
a gentleman who the man was. He was told that he was a poor man who
spent all he could earn for liquor, and that he had just taken enough
to make him ugly, so that he wanted to fight.

“You see what good your money has done, Henry,” said Mr. Lee, as he
started the horses.

“Yes, sir; it has done more harm than good. I will never give money
again, unless I am pretty sure that it will do good.”

“That is a good lesson for you to learn. It is not charity to give to
every one that asks us.”

In a little while the party reached Mr. Lee’s house, where they had a
nice time all the rest of the day――a better time, I am sure, for having
begun the day with a good deed.




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