“We’re going to the store for ourselves,” Freddie answered.
“We have two cents apiece,” added his sister.
“Oh, I see!” laughed the elderly, maiden lady. “Well, on your way would you mind stopping at the grocer’s and telling him he hasn’t yet sent the barrel of flour, the barrel of potatoes, and the ten hams I ordered. Tell him I expect them to-day.”
“My! you’re gettin’ a lot of stuff, Miss Pompret,” said Flossie.
“Well, you see, I am going to give a large dinner to a number of poor people for Thanksgiving,” said Miss Pompret, “and I want some things for them to take home with them. That’s why I’m ordering so much.”
“For the poor!” murmured Freddie.
“Yes, dear,” went on the lady. “You know Thanksgiving is not meant to see how much we can eat, but to think of our blessings and help other persons to have blessings that they may be thankful for.”
“That’s what mother said,” remarked Flossie. “Yes’m, we’ll stop at the grocery for you.”
“Thank you,” called Miss Pompret.
Then, as she and Freddie walked on, Flossie turned to her brother and said: