And soon little Dorothy heard with delight
That her guess about grocer and butcher was right.
The grocer said he only kept in his store
What miller and farmer had brought in before
To help for the Thanksgiving Dinner.

The jolly old butcher laughed long and laughed loud,
"My Thanksgiving turkeys do make me feel proud,
And one's for your dinner; but then you must know
The turkeys are raised by the farmer, and so
He gives you your Thanksgiving Dinner."

"Oh, yes! 'tis the farmer; at last I've found out,"
Said Dorothy, then, with a glad little shout.
"The miller must go to the farmer for wheat,
The butcher from him gets the turkeys we eat;
Yes!—he gives our Thanksgiving Dinner."

"But yet all the others had something to do;
The miller and butcher and grocer helped, too.
And then there was Father and Mother and cook.
I never before knew how many it took
To give us our Thanksgiving Dinner."

So said little Dorothy, full of surprise,
And feeling that now she had grown very wise.
But what do you think? Had she found it all out?
Or was there still more she might learn about
Who gives us our Thanksgiving Dinner?

CLOTHES

We people wear so many things,
Almost the whole creation
It takes our clothing to supply,
For use or decoration.

The fishes dress in shining scales
Of every gorgeous color;
The birds wear pretty feather suits,
Some gayer and some duller.

The cat, the dog, the cow, the horse,
The squirrel and the rabbit,
Wear coats of fur; from small to great,
All have the selfsame habit.

But people wear so many things!
Almost the whole creation
It takes our clothing to supply
For use or decoration.

A flannel jacket from the sheep
Who spared the wool with pleasure:
And from the silkworm ribbons gay.
And every silken treasure.