"Don’t growl, or you won’t get any dinner," said Tom, making up his mind to lug baskets for the good of the family, like a manly lad as he was. "I," continued Kitty, "have taken the hardest part of all; for after my work is done, and the babies safely settled, I ’m going to beg for the leavings of the holly and pine swept out of the church down below, and make some wreaths and sell them." "If you can," put in Tommy, who had tried pencils, and failed to make a fortune. "Not in the street?" cried Sam, looking alarmed. "Yes, at the corner of the Park. I ’m bound to make some money, and don’t see any other way. I shall put on an old hood and shawl, and no one will know me. Don’t care if they do." And Kitty tried to mean what she said, but in her heart she felt that it would be a trial to her pride if any of her schoolmates should happen to recognize her. "Don’t believe you ’ll do it." "See if I don’t; for I _will_ have a good dinner one day in the year." "Well, it does n’t seem right for us to do it. Father ought to take care of us, and we only buy some presents with the little bit we earn. He never gives us anything now." And Tommy scowled at the bedroom door, with a strong sense of injury struggling with affection in his boyish heart. "Hush!" cried Kitty. "Don’t blame him. Mother says we never must forget he’s our father. I try not to; but when she cries, it’s hard to feel as I ought." And a sob made the little girl stop short as she poked the fire to hide the trouble in the face that should have been all smiles. For a moment the room was very still, as the snow beat on the window, and the fire-light flickered over the six shabby little boots put up on the stove hearth to dry. Tommy’s cheerful voice broke the silence, saying stoutly, "Well, if I ’ve got to work all day, I guess I ’ll go to bed early. Don’t fret, Kit. We ’ll help all we can, and have a good time; see if we don’t." "I ’ll go out real early, and shovel like fury. Maybe I ’ll get a dollar. Would that buy a turkey?" asked Sammy, with the air of a millionnaire. "No, dear; one big enough for us would cost two, I ’m afraid. Perhaps we ’ll have one sent us. We belong to the church, though folks don’t know how poor we are now, and we can’t beg." And Kitty bustled about, clearing up, rather exercised in her mind about going and asking for the much-desired fowl.