“Oh, you ought to have seen Polly dance when I told her that!” said Ben, laughing again.
“Oh, dear, you did have such good times in The Little Brown House!” cried Percy enviously. “Why couldn’t we have been there!”
“And then we began to count up how long it would be to Thanksgiving. We’d never had one, you know,” said Polly.
“Never had a Thanksgiving!” cried all the Whitney children together.
“Hush!” exclaimed Jasper, with a warning pull at the jacket nearest to him.
“I remember,” said Mrs. Pepper, laying down her work. “It was July then, and there were four months to wait; but if we could find out where the chicken belonged, I told you, we must give it back.”
“And did you give it back?—did you?—did you?” clamored the Whitney boys.
“No,” said Polly, “because we couldn’t find anybody who had ever seen him; so we put him in the shed where the old gray goose was, and”—
“Oh! did you have an old gray goose, Polly Pepper?” cried Van. “Tell about him, do.”