And so I didn't do it.
Then, after a time, I got out his letter and read it again.

And all of a sudden I felt all warm and happy, just as I did when I first got it; and some way I was back with him in the observatory and he was telling me all about the stars.

And I forgot all about being afraid of him, and about the crops and the President and my-country-'tis-of-thee.
And I just remembered that he'd asked me to tell him what I did on Christmas Day; and I knew right off that that would be easy.

Why, just the easiest thing in the world! And so I got out a fresh sheet of paper and dipped my pen in the ink and began again.
And this time I didn't have a bit of trouble.

I told him all about the tree I had Christmas Eve, and the presents, and the little colored lights, and the fun we had singing and playing games.