"I am going to order a nice dinner from a restaurant—roast turkey and vegetables; and I will make some coffee, and we will have everything ready by the time Harry arrives."
"But it will cost a great deal, Rose," said Adeline, in alarm.
"Never mind, for once. This ought to be a Thanksgiving Day for us. Let us celebrate it as such. Besides," added Rose, the frugal instinct coming in, "if I order two plates it will be enough for three of us. I know of a restaurant where we can get all I want for, say, seventy-five cents. We won't mind about money to-night."
"It will seem good to have a nice dinner once more," said Adeline, thoughtfully. "It is a long time since we had anything but the plainest food."
Rose postponed her feast until six o'clock, the hour when Harry usually got home. There was a restaurant near by, where she gave the order, directing it to be sent in at ten minutes to six.
Mrs. Flanagan was considerably surprised when a colored waiter made his appearance at her door with a large covered dish.
"Who is this for? Haven't you made a mistake?" she asked.
"No, ma'am. It's for a young lady—Miss Beaufort. Doesn't she live here?"
"Yes. What have you got there?" asked the landlady, curiously.
"Roast turkey."