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- I don't know what kind of a breakfast the family
- had. My sisters said it was "awful". They were ashamed
- to enjoy their own toys. They came to me, and I was
- rude. I ran away from them. I went around to the
- front of the house, sat down on the steps, and, the
- crying over, I ached. I was wronged, I was hurt--
- I can feel now what I felt then, and I am sure
- that if one could see the wounds upon our hearts, there would
- be found still upon mine a scar from that terrible Christmas
- morning. And my father, the practical joker, he must have
- been hurt, too, a little. I saw him looking out of the
- window. He was watching me or something for an hour or
- two, drawing back the curtain never so little lest I
- catch him, but I saw his face, and I think I can
- see now the anxiety upon it, the worried impatience.