“Do we have turkey tomorrow?” asked Ann.
“We always do,” said Katherine, “and I saw some fowls arrive, dressed,—they looked to me too big for chickens.”
“Your mother must have loved you, Ann,” said Dorothy, “to forego the kind of a Thanksgiving dinner that I imagine they will have at your grandmother’s to-morrow.”
“Mother does love me better than turkey or anything, don’t you, Mother?” Ann affected a childish tone which amused the girls, and the smiling Mrs. Sterling nodded an affirmative.
“But goose, Ann, is considered a Christmas bird,” Dorothy suggested.
“Listen to that, now!” cried Ann. “Do you suppose that Dots means anything personal, Katherine?”
“Have a bon-bon, Ann,” said Katherine in soothing tones.
That night, in spite of the bon-bons, Ann sank into a dreamless sleep. Everything was always safe when Mother was around.