"Who's to be there?"
"Father and mother—we are to drive out with them—and Aunt Lucy's sister and her big family. Thanksgiving seems more natural with children at the table, I think. And those are the liveliest, rosiest children!"
Bob had slept late that morning, and consequently had eaten no breakfast, but he did not regret his keen appetite when Uncle John was carving the great brown turkey.
"The children first, John," said kind Aunt Lucy. "The grown folks can wait."
Little Dick and Sarah had exclaimed with delight at the place cards of proud turkeys standing beside each plate. In the center of the table was a great wicker basket heaped with oranges, nuts and raisins.
"It doesn't seem natural without pumpkin pie," said Aunt Lucy, "but John was all for plum pudding instead."
"We can have pie any day," said Uncle John, "but this is a special occasion. What with Dick here—and Sarah—and Bettina—who's some cook herself, I can tell you!—I was determined that mother should show her skill! And she did; didn't she?"
The menu was as follows:
Turkey with Giblet Gravy Oyster Dressing
Mashed Potatoes Creamed Onions
Cranberry Frappé
Bread Celery Butter
Plum Pudding Hard Sauce
Nuts Raisins
Coffee