Christmas in the alley (9)

Christmas in the alley (9)

What did the old washerwoman do?   
            

Well, first she fell on her knees and buried her agitated face in the bedclothes.
After a while she became aware of a storm of words from her husband, and she got up, subdued as much as possible her agitation, and tried to answer his frantic questions.               

"How much did he give you, old stupid?" he screamed;
"can't you speak, or are you struck dumb? Wake up! I just wish I could reach you! I'd shake you till your teeth rattled!"

His vicious looks were a sign, it was evident that he only lacked the strength to be as good as his word.
Ann roused herself from her stupour and spoke at last.

"I don't know. I'll count it."
She unrolled the bills and began.

"O Lord!" she exclaimed excitedly, "here's ten-dollar bills! One, two, three, and a twenty-that makes five--and five are fifty-five--sixty--seventy--eighty--eighty-five--ninety--one hundred--and two and five are seven, and two and one are ten, twenty--twenty-five--one hundred and twenty-five! Why, I'm rich!" she shouted.

"Bless the Lord! Oh, this is the glorious Christmas Day!
I knew He'd provide.
Katey! Katey!" she screamed at the door of the other room, where the child lay asleep.

"Merry Christmas to you, darlin'!
Now you can have some shoes! and a new dress! and--and--breakfast, and a regular Christmas dinner! Oh! I believe I shall go crazy!"

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