"[...] “And how was it at Thanksgiving?” Her papa hesitated. “Well, I’m almost afraid to tell you. I’m afraid you’ll think it’s wicked.” “Well, tell, anyway,” said the little girl. Well, before
it came Thanksgiving it had leaked out who had caused all these Christmases. The little girl had suffered so much that she had talked about it in her sleep; and after that hardly anybody would
play with her. People just perfectly despised her, because if it had not been for her greediness it wouldn’t have happened; and now, when it came Thanksgiving, and she[...]".
