“Humph! I don’t see you and Mary holding back on pie, or turkey either,” returned her brother, quickly.
It certainly was a grand family reunion. The dining table extended from one end of the dining room through the folding doors of the sitting room. At the head of the table sat Grandfather Anderson Rover, with old Uncle Randolph and his wife Martha beside him. Then came the fathers and mothers of the Rover boys, and the young folks occupied the other end of the table, with Ruth, the only outside guest, sitting between Martha and Jack. It was old Uncle Randolph who asked the blessing, and it can truthfully be said that all were thankful that they were together and in the best of health.
“I’ll tell you what—a gathering like this is something to be remembered,” remarked Dick Rover.
“Yes, indeed, Dick,” came from Dora, his wife. “There is no telling how long these gatherings can last. Your father and your Aunt Martha and Uncle Randolph are certainly growing old.”
It was a great feast, and all of the young folks ate turkey and cranberry sauce and mashed potatoes and turnips and boiled onions until they had to desist in order to save room for the pies and other dessert that followed.
“Gee, I feel like a stuffed alderman!” sighed Randy, at last. “I couldn’t eat another mouthful if I tried.”
“Same here,” said Fred.
“If I tried to eat another piece of pie, I’d bust off every button I’ve got,” was the way Andy expressed himself.
“Suppose we take a walk?” suggested Jack. “We need it.”