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“That large and interesting brood of children in the little house at the end of the back garden?”

“Yes; isn’t it nice to see so many together? We ought to call them the Ruggles children, of course; but Donald began talking of them as the ‘Ruggleses in the rear,’ and Papa and Mama took it up, and now we cannot seem to help it. The house was built for Mr. Carter’s coachman, but Mr. Carter lives in Europe, and the gentleman who rents his place doesn’t care what happens to it, and so this poor Irish family came to live there. When they first moved in, I used to sit in my window and watch them play in their backyard; they are so strong, and jolly, and good-natured; and then, one day, I had a terrible headache, and Donald asked them if they would please not scream quite so loud, and they explained that they were having a game of circus, but that they would change and play ‘Deaf and Dumb School’ all the afternoon.”

“Ha, ha, ha!” laughed Uncle Jack, “what an obliging family, to be sure.”

“Yes, we all thought it very funny, and I smiled at them from the window when I was well enough to be up again. Now, Sarah Maud comes to her door when the children come home from school, and if Mama nods her head, ‘Yes,’ that means ‘Carol is very well,’ and then you ought to hear the little Ruggleses yell–I believe they try to see how much noise they can make; but if Mama shakes her head, ‘No,’ they always play at quiet games. Then, one day, ‘Cary,’ my pet canary, flew out of her cage, and Peter Ruggles caught her and brought her back, and I had him up here in my room to thank him.”

“Is Peter the oldest?”

“No; Sarah Maud is the oldest–she helps do the washing; and Peter is the next. He is a dressmaker’s boy.”

“And which is the pretty little red-haired girl?”

“That’s Kitty.”

“And the fat youngster?”

“Baby Larry.”

“And that freckled one?”

“Now, don’t laugh–that’s Peoria!”

“Carol, you are joking.”

“No, really, Uncle dear. She was born in Peoria; that’s all.”

“And is the next boy Oshkosh?”

“No,” laughed Carol, “the others are Susan, and Clement, and Eily, and Cornelius.”

“How did you ever learn all their names?”

“Well, I have what I call a ‘window-school.’ It is too cold now; but in warm weather I am wheeled out on my little balcony, and the Ruggleses climb up and walk along our garden fence, and sit down on the roof of our carriage-house. That brings them quite near, and I read to them and tell them stories; On Thanksgiving Day they came up for a few minutes, it was quite warm at eleven o’clock, and we told each other what we had to be thankful for; but they gave such queer answers that Papa had to run away for fear of laughing; and I couldn’t understand them very well. Susan was thankful for ‘TRUNKS,’ of all things in the world; Cornelius, for ‘horse cars;’ Kitty, for ‘pork steak;’ while Clem, who is very quiet, brightened up when I came to him, and said he was thankful for ‘HIS LAME PUPPY.’ Wasn’t that pretty?”

“It might teach some of us a lesson, mightn’t it, little girl?”

“That’s what Mama said. Now I’m going to give this whole Christmas to the Ruggleses; and, Uncle Jack, I earned part of the money myself.”

“You, my bird; how?”

“Well, you see, it could not be my own, own Christmas if Papa gave me all the money, and I thought to really keep Christ’s birthday I ought to do something of my very own; and so I talked with Mama. Of course she thought of something lovely; she always does; Mama’s head is just brimming over with lovely thoughts, and all I have to do is ask, and out pops the very one I want. This thought was, to let her write down, just as I told her, a description of how a little girl lived in her own room three years, and what she did to amuse herself; and we sent it to a magazine and got twenty-five dollars for it. Just think!”