Thus early I got a notion of the curious extravagance of the money worshiper.  How different was my uncle, who cared too little for money!

At Christmas I got a picture-book and forty raisins and three sticks of candy with red stripes on them and a jew’s-harp.  That was the Christmas we went down to Aunt Liza’s to spend the day and I helped myself to two pieces of cake when the plate was passed and cried because they all laughed at my greediness.  It was the day when Aunt Liza’s boy, Truman, got a silver watch and chain and her daughter Mary a gold ring, and when all the relatives were invited to come and be convinced, once and for all, of Uncle Roswell’s prosperity and be filled with envy and reconciled with jelly and preserves and roast turkey with sage dressing and mince and chicken pie.  What an amount of preparation we had made for the journey, and how long we had talked about it!  When we had shut the door and were ready to get into the sleigh our dog Shep came whining around us.  I shall never forget how Uncle Peabody talked to him.

“Go back, Shep—­go back to the house an’ stay on the piaz,” he began.  “Go back I tell ye.  It’s Christmas day an’ we’re goin’ down to ol’ Aunt Liza’s.  Ye can’t go way down there.  No, sir, ye can’t.  Go back an’ lay down on the piaz.”

Shep was fawning at my uncle’s foot and rubbing his neck on his boot and looking up at him.

“What’s that ye say?” Uncle Peabody went on, looking down and turning his ear as if he had heard the dog speak and were in some doubt of his meaning.  “Eh?  What’s that?  An empty house makes ye terrible sad on a Chris’mas day?  What’s that?  Ye love us an’ ye’d like to go along down to Aunt Liza’s an’ play with the children?”

It was a clever ruse of Uncle Peabody, for Aunt Deel was softened by his interpretation of the dog’s heart and she proposed: 

“Le’s take him along with us—­poor dog! ayes!”

Then Uncle Peabody shouted: 

“Jump right into the sleigh—­you ol’ skeezucks!—­an’ I’ll cover ye up with a hoss blanket.  Git in here.  We ain’t goin’ to leave nobody alone on Chris’mas day that loves us—­not by a jug full—­no, sir!  I wouldn’t wonder if Jesus died for dogs an’ hosses as well as for men.”

Shep had jumped in the back of the sleigh at the first invitation and lay quietly under his blanket as we hurried along in the well-trod snow and the bells jingled.  It was a joyful day and old Shep was as merry and well fed as the rest of us.

How cold and sad and still the house seemed when we got back to it in the evening!  We had to drive to a neighbor’s and borrow fire and bring it home with us in a pail of ashes as we were out of tinder.  I held the lantern for my uncle while he did the chores and when we had gone to bed I fell asleep hearing him tell of Joseph and Mary going to pay their taxes.