The khaki boy passed his cap and everybody contributed . The sealskin lady put in a crumpled note . When Aunt Cyrilla straightened it out she saw that it was for twenty dollars . Meanwhile , Lucy Rose had brought the basket . She smiled at Aunt Cyrilla as she lugged it down the aisle and Aunt Cyrilla smiled back . Lucy Rose had never touched that basket of her own accord before . Ray 's boat went to Jacky , and Daisy 's doll to his oldest sister , the twins ' lace handkerchiefs to the two smaller girls and the hood to the baby . Then the stockings were filled up with doughnuts and jelly cookies and the money was put in an envelope and pinned to the little mother 's jacket . `` That baby is such a dear little fellow , '' said the sealskin lady gently . `` He looks something like my little son . He died eighteen Christmases ago . '' Aunt Cyrilla put her hand over the lady 's kid glove . `` So did mine , '' she said . Then the two women smiled tenderly at each other . Afterwards they rested from their labours and all had what Aunt Cyrilla called a `` snack '' of sandwiches and pound cake . The khaki boy said he had n't tasted anything half so good since he left home . `` They did n't give us pound cake in South Africa , '' he said . When morning came the storm was still raging . The children wakened and went wild with delight over their stockings . The little mother found her envelope and tried to utter thanks and broke down ; and nobody knew what to say or do , when the conductor fortunately came in and made a diversion by telling them they might as well resign themselves to spending Christmas on the train .
`` This is serious , '' said the khaki XXXXX , `` when you consider that we 've no provisions .
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