“We could have a pumpkin table,” said the little boy.
“And pumpkin chairs,” said the little girl.
So, as Thanksgiving was that very day, and there was no time to lose, they began to work. They found a fine, big, flat-topped pumpkin, and placed it for a table at the foot of the Owl’s tree. Then they found three little pumpkins for stools.
“They won’t want to eat until night,” said the little boy.
“No,” said the little girl; “the Owl and the Turtle and the Rabbit, too,—they like dinner at night.”
“We will lay everything out for them before we go to Grandmother’s,” said the little boy, “and when we come home, we can see all eating their good Thanksgiving dinner.”
The little boy ran and brought parsley and cabbage leaves for the Rabbit; and when the Rabbit saw that, he trotted home in a hurry, for fear he might be tempted to eat before it was time.
The little girl brought a fine big mushroom for the Turtle, for she had once seen a turtle nibble all around the edge of a mushroom.