Then a knock, and the door slightly opened, and a turkey, ready for the oven, looked in and a hand came after it and—dear poor papa after the hand, and mamma sobbed out something. Deb and Dora seized the turkey and cranberries, then bounded into papa’s outstretched arms. Then they danced about the room as though they were mad.
Papa had that very morning signed the pledge and found work, and there was his wages—that turkey with needful sauce and vegetables.
He was trusted for half a ton of coal. Just then the coal man rapped at the door to know where to put it.
The next day was Thanksgiving. They four went to church. They were shown into a seat near Miss Raines.
Deb and Dora whispered to her. She whispered back, “Did not I tell you so?”
That day “poor papa” asked the blessing. And so ever after.
Rev. C. M. Livingston.
BEING TRUE.
