There was no railroad near the plantation, but it was only fifteen miles to the river, and Major Waldron would go down to New Orleans every winter to lay in his year’s supplies, which were shipped by steamboats to the landing and hauled from there to the plantation.  It was a jolly time for both white and black when the wagons came from the river; there were always boxes of fruits and candies and nuts, besides large trunks which were carried into the store-room till Christmas, and which everybody knew contained Christmas presents for “all hands.”  One winter evening in 1853, the children were all gathered at the big gate, on the lookout for the wagons.  Diddie was perched upon one gate-post and Dumps on the other, while Tot was sitting on the fence, held on by Riar, lest she might fall.  Dilsey and Chris were stationed ’way down the road to catch the first glimpse of the wagons.  They were all getting very impatient, for they had been out there nearly an hour, and it was now getting so late they knew Mammy would not let them stay much longer.

“I know de reason dey so late, Miss Diddie,” said Riar; “dey got dat new mule Sam in de lead in one de wagins and Unker Bill say he know he gwine cut up, f’um de look in he’s eyes.”

“Uncle Bill don’t know everything,” answered Diddie.  “There are six mules in the wagon, and Sam’s jest only one of ’em; I reckon he can’t cut up much by hisself; five’s more ’n one, ain’t it?”

“I do b’lieve we’ve been out hyear er hun-der-d hours,” said Dumps, yawning wearily; and just then Dilsey and Chris came running towards the gate, waving their arms and crying,

“Hyear dey come! hyear dey come!” and, sure enough, the great white-covered wagons came slowly down the road, and Major Waldron on Prince, his black horse, riding in advance.

He quickened his pace when he caught sight of the children; for he was very fond of his little daughters, and had been away from them two weeks, trading in New Orleans.  He rode up now to the fence, and lifting Tot to the saddle before him, took her in his arms and kissed her.

Diddie and Dumps scrambled down from the gate-posts and ran along by the side of Prince to the house, where their mamma was waiting on the porch.  And oh! such a joyful meeting! such hugging and kissing all around!

Then the wagons came up, and the strong negro men began taking out the boxes and bundles and carrying them to the store-room.

“Hand me out that covered basket, Nelson,” said Major Waldron to one of the men; and, taking it carefully to the house, he untied the cover, and there lay two little white woolly puppies—­one for Diddie, and one for Dumps.

The little girls clapped their hands and danced with delight.

“Ain’t they lovely?” said Dumps, squeezing hers in her arms.

“Lubly,” echoed Tot, burying her chubby little hands in the puppy’s wool, while Diddie cuddled hers in her arms as tenderly as if it had been a baby.