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Joe was the first awake in the gray dawn of Christmas morning. No stockings hung at the fireplace. And for a moment, she felt as much disappointed as she did long ago when her little sock fell down because it was crammed so full of goodies. Then she remembered her mother's promise and slipping her hand under her pillow, drew out a little crimson covered book. She knew it very well for it was that beautiful old story of the best life ever lived. And Joe felt that it was a true guidebook for any pilgrim going on a long journey. She woke Meg with a merry Christmas and Bade her sea. What was under her pillow, a green cover book appeared with the same picture inside and a few words written by their mother which made their one present very precious in their eyes. Presently, Beth and Amy woke to rummage and find their little books. Also one dove colored and the other blue and all sat looking and talking about them while the east grew rosy with the coming day where his mother asked Meg as she and Joe ran down to thank her for the gifts, half an hour later, goodness only knows some poor creer came up again and ma went straight off to see what she needed. There never was such a woman for giving away vidal and drank clothes and fire in. Replied Hannah, who had lived with the family since Meg was born and was considered by them all more as a friend than a servant. She will be back soon. I think. So fry your cakes and have everything ready. Said, Meg, looking over their presents which were collected in a basket and kept under the sofa ready to be produced at the proper time. There's mother hide the basket quick, cried Joe as the door slammed and steps sounded in the hall.