“Oh, boys! Look here!”
“What is it?” asked Johnny. “Is Jiggily Jig there?”
“No, but see! It’s a fine big turkey, all ready to put in the oven,” said Mary.
“And look at the stalks of celery!” shouted Johnny, as he opened another package.
“And see the bunches of white grapes!” exclaimed Tommy.
“Boys,” said Mary, solemnly, “I see what this is.”
“What is it?” asked Johnny.
“It is Somebody’s Thanksgiving dinner,” said Mary. “That is just what it is. And, oh, I wonder whose it is? The horse is running away with us, and with the dinner, and I suppose some one is hungry for it.”
“Well, I’m not hungry—not now,” remarked Johnny, as he ate another orange.
“Nor I,” added Tommy, as he cracked some more nuts. “But I was a while ago.”