"But, papa, I am, truly. What should I want her for a mother for?"
"Indeed, I see no reason, my child, since you already have a pretty good mother of your own."
"Pretty good, papa!" said Dotty, in a tone of mild reproof. "Why, if she was YOUR mother, you'd think she was very good."
"Granted," returned Mr. Parlin.
"I don't think you'd like it, papa, to have her scold so she shakes down cobwebs."
"Who?"
"Mrs. Rosenberg."
"Never mind, my dear; we will not discuss that woman to-day. I hope you will some time learn to pronounce her name."
Then followed a few remarks from Mr. Parlin upon our duty to the Giver of all good things; after which he began at last to carve the turkey. The children thought it was certainly time he did so. They were afraid their thankfulness would die out if they did not have something to eat pretty soon.