"It is too bad, my dear; I'm very sorry for you. I wish they could have let you know sooner."
"Yes, I wish so, too. Then we could have gone out to Grandma Sherwood's for the day."
"Is it too late for that?" asked Marjorie, eagerly. "Can't we get ready, and fly off in a hurry?"
"You could," said her father, smiling. "And probably we all could. But Grandma Sherwood couldn't get ready for six starving savages in such short order. Moreover, I fancy Mother has a larder full of good things here that must be eaten by somebody. What shall we do, Helen?"
"I don't know, Ed. I'll leave it to you. Plan anything you like."
"Then I'll leave it to the children. Speak up, friends. Who would you like to ask to eat Thanksgiving dinner with you?"
"It ought to be somebody from out of town," said Marjorie. "That makes it seem more like a special party."
"I'll tell you!" exclaimed Kitty. "Let's ask Molly Moss."
"Just the one!" cried Marjorie. "How'd you come to think of her, Kit? But I 'most know her people won't let her come, and there isn't time, anyway."