Chapter Forty-One

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Annabeth's parents waited for her in the dining room. Her father kissed her on the forehead.
"Good morning, Sweetheart," Mr. Chase said. He gave Annabeth a cross pendant made from paste garnets.

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Mrs

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Mrs. Chase stroked Annabeth's cheek.
"Merry Christmas, My Dear."
Her presents were a needle and pin case called a housewife that she had sewn herself, and a bar of honey-scented soap.

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"And I have a little something for you as well," Annabeth said

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"And I have a little something for you as well," Annabeth said.
She gave her mother an embroidered handkerchief, the work of her own hand. Her father's gift was a brass snuffbox engraved with his name and the family crest.

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