He would listen to no explanations or excuses.
Harry was extremely sorry that Mr.Matthews was so incensed against him, especially as he knew there was no cause for it, and he was talking about it to Kate one day, when she exclaimed: "I'll tell you what will be sure to pacify Mr.Matthews, Harry.

He has a lot of little pigs that he wants to sell.

Just you go and buy one of them, and see if he isn't as good-natured as ever, when he sees your money." Harry took the advice.

He had a couple of dollars, and with them he bought a little pig, the smallest of the lot; and Mr.Matthews, who was very much afraid he could not find purchasers for all his pigs, was as completely pacified as Kate thought he would be.
Harry took his property home, and all through the summer and fall the little pig ran about the yard and the fields and the woods, and ate acorns--and sweet potatoes and turnips when he could get a chance to root them up with his funny little twitchy nose--and grunted and slept in the sun; and about the middle of December he had grown so big that Harry sold him for eleven dollars.

Here was quite a capital for Christmas.
"I can't afford to spend it all on Aunt Matilda," said Harry to his mother and Kate, "for I have other things to do with my money.