“You found my knife?” said Bobby, frowning. “You found my knife? Why, my knife isn’t lost—I left in the top drawer of my desk in my room.”
“Yes, I know you did,” admitted Twaddles, “and I borrowed it to whittle a new mast for my boat and I couldn’t remember where I left it. But Norah found it on the back stoop,” concluded Twaddles cheerfully.
“If you don’t leave my things alone!” began Bobby wrathfully. “I’ll—I’ll——”
“Now we won’t have any quarrels Thanksgiving morning,” said Father Blossom quietly. “Bobby, suppose you tell me what you are thankful for.”
“For turkey,” said Bobby promptly, forgetting to be angry at Twaddles as he remembered the plump bird he had seen hanging in the “cold room” where Norah kept her food supplies and the refrigerator.
“I’m thankful for the maple sugar Aunt Polly sent us,” cried Dot. “You said we could have a piece after breakfast, Mother.”
“Meg?” asked Father Blossom. “What are you thinking of, dear?”
Meg raised her blue eyes and smiled sunnily.
“I’m thankful Mr. and Mrs. Harley and Dick and Herbert found each other,” she said simply.
Meg, you see, remembered the Harleys who had once lived on Apple Tree Island and the trouble and sorrow they had known when the family was separated.