Sadai jumped out of bed very early this morning to feel in
her stocking. She could not believe but that there would be something in it.
Finding nothing, she crept back into bed, pulled the cover over her face, and I
soon heard her sobbing. The little negroes all came in: “Christmas gift, mist'ess!
Christmas gift, mist'ess!”
I pulled the cover over my face and was soon mingling my
tears with Sadai's.
SOURCE: Dolly Lunt Burge, A Woman's Wartime Journal,
p. 44-5
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