"Jane," said Grandmother Vrooman, that afternoon, to her daughter, Mrs. Hardy, who lived with her—"Jane, I've got 'em all fixed now just where they're going to sleep, and I've made up a bed on the floor in the store-room."
"Why, mother, who's that for?"
"You wait and see, after they get here, and we've counted 'em."
"Anyhow there's cookies enough, and doughnuts."
"And the pies, Jane."
"And I'm glad Liph gathered such piles of butternuts."
"Oh, mother," exclaimed little Sue, "I gathered as many as he did, and beech-nuts, and hickory-nuts, and—"
"So you did, Sue; but I wonder if two turkeys'll go round, with only one pair of chickens?"
"Mother," said Mrs. Hardy, "the plum-pudding?"
"Yes, but all those children! I do hope they'll get here to-night in time for me to know where I'm going to put 'em."