Chapter VIII
t Cmas after Miss Sullivan came to tuscumbia event. Every one in t , Miss Sullivan and I prepared surprises for everybody else. tery t surrounded ts est delig. My friends did all to excite my curiosity by s and ences o break off in time. Miss Sullivan and I kept up a game of guessing lessons could ed round a glowing wood fire, we played our guessing game, wing as Cmas approached.
On Cmas Eve tuscumbia scree, to re of tood a beautiful tree ablaze and s ligs brancrange, . It of supreme ree in an ecstasy.
t for eaced, and tree permitted me to s to t stop to look at my os; but mas to begin almost got beyond control. I knes I already t sucantalizing s, and my teacs I o o content myself s from tree and leave til morning.
t niger I ocking, I lay aime, pretending to be asleep and keeping alert to see a Claus I fell asleep e bear in my arms. Next morning it ;Merry Cmas!quot; I found surprises, not in tocking only, but on table, on all t t stumbling on a bit of Cmas issue paper. But h a canary, my cup of happiness overflowed.
Little tim ame t candied c of my augo take all t. Every morning after breakfast I prepared , filled er from the well-house, and hung a spray of chickweed in his swing.
One morning I left t o fetcer for urned I felt a big cat brus me as I opened t first I did not realize ty meet my touced claake I s little singer again.