And such a feast as it was! Never was there such a browned turkey! Never such jolly red mounds of cranberry sauce, almost like jelly! Never such crisp celery! And the gravy that covered the heaping plates that the children had passed to them! Surely never was such gravy made!
"Oh, I don't believe I can ever eat another thing!" exclaimed Mary, when Uncle Toby asked her to have another slice of turkey.
"Hasn't you got any room left?" asked Trouble, patting his own little stomach. "I got some room. I saved it for the ice-cream!" he added, hoarsely whispering the last word.
"Oh, is there ice-cream?" asked Janet. "I didn't know you'd made any, Aunt Sallie."
"It isn't exactly ice-cream," answered Uncle Toby's housekeeper. "It's a sort of snow-cream I made, but maybe you children will like it."
"Sure we will!" cried the boys.
"Will you have it now, or the plum pudding?" Aunt Sallie wanted to know.
"Oh, is there plum pudding, too?" Janet asked, in surprise.
"Yes," nodded Aunt Sallie. "Nice, hot plum pudding!"
"Let's have the pudding last," suggested Lola. "The snow-cream will make us cold and the plum pudding will make us warm again."