That's just it, and you may go to the head of the class. I wish I had some bread and jam to give you for guessing right, but I haven't.
The next day when Daddy Bunker, who had come back from business, and Grandpa Ford went out to the barn to look at one of the horses that had a cold, Russ and Laddie followed. On the way they passed a small house, or pen, such as chickens are kept in, and from it came a loud:
"Gobble-obble-obble!"
"What's that?" asked Mun Bun. "Is it a hand-organ monkey?"
"Oh, no!" laughed Grandpa Ford. "That's our prize turkey, and do you know what he says?"
"Did he say anything?" asked Russ.
"Oh, indeed he did!" said Grandpa Ford with a laugh. "You see I understand turkey talk, and this bird just said: 'Thanksgiving is coming, and then I'll be gobbled-obbled-obbled!' That's what he said, and it's going to come true. That's going to be part of our Thanksgiving day dinner."
"I like turkey," said Russ. "Is Thanksgiving coming soon?"
"Next week," his father told him. "You want to get up good appetites between now and then."
"I'm hungry now," said Laddie, though how he could be, having only had breakfast a little while before, I don't know. But lots of children are that way.