"No, of course not; but it can be something awfully good. Cold turkey to begin with, and something hot to go with it, and—and what else, Mother Blair?"
"Oh, cranberry jelly, and perhaps a salad, and then something sweet to finish with. Do you think that would do?"
"Yes, and some kind of a hot drink, I suppose; coffee for Father and Uncle and Aunt Mary and you, and cocoa for the rest of us; only I'm so tired of cocoa, I don't believe I could drink a drop."
"We certainly have had it pretty often for lunch lately; I've noticed it myself and meant to speak to Norah about it. I think I can find something else for all of us which you will like better—something especially meant for Thanksgiving."
"What the Pilgrim Fathers had for their Thanksgiving dinner, I suppose," laughed Mildred. "I'm sure it will be good, too, and we'll love it."
School closed the day before Thanksgiving, and that afternoon Mildred and Brownie began to be thankful, because there would be no more lessons till Monday. They put their books away, planned the funny little play they were going to have the next evening, and got together everything they would need for that; then they said it was time to think about the supper in the library.
"We will wait till Norah has gone out and the kitchen is all in order," said Mildred. "Then we can get out the things we want to carry into the other room, and put them on two trays; Jack and Cousin Fred can carry them when we are ready. Plates, and knives, and forks, and glasses, and napkins; and the platter of turkey—"
"And salt," said Brownie, "and bread, and butter."
"Yes; and cranberry jelly. Then we will make the hot things and bring them in afterward."
"What shall we make to-day, Mildred?"