Sunday, July 3, 2016

Diary of Dolly Lunt Burge: December 25, 1864

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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