"We thank thee. Lord—" he began.
Tom usually gave thanks for each kind of food on the table. But today there was only a dish of dried-up potatoes. "We thank Thee, Lord," he went on, "for all these blessings."
"Mighty poor blessings," said Abe.
The girls giggled again. Dennis threw back his head and roared. Johnny was laughing so hard that he fell off his stool. He lay on the floor, rolling and shrieking.
"I wish you young ones would stop carrying on," said Sarah, "and tell me what you're carrying on about."
"Oh, Mamma, can't you see?" said Betsy. "Look up."
Sarah gasped. Marching across the cabin ceiling were the muddy marks of two bare feet.
"Don't they look like Johnny's feet?" Mathilda asked.
"Johnny Johnston, you come right here," said Sarah sternly.