"Peep!" said turkeykin.
"It's mine!" Jericho shouted excitedly.
"I'th Marm Pitkin'th turkey'th; she laid it there."
"It's mine, and I'm going to keep it, and next Thanksgiving I'm going ter eat him."
"Think your ma'll let you feed him up for thath?" Julius Cæsar asked, triumphantly.
Jericho Bob's next Thanksgiving dinner seemed destined to be a dream. His face fell.
"I'll tell yer whath I'll do," his friend said, benevolently; "I'll keep 'm for you, and Thanksgivin' we'll go halvth."
JERICHO BOB AND JULIUS CÆSAR FISH PLANNING THEIR THANKSGIVING DINNER.