Really, she did feel about at her wit's end. The turkey and pudding were
not yet found, and she had made up her mind that she would not dare wait
much longer without providing more. She knew that another turkey must be
procured, at all events. However, she waited until the last minute
Wednesday afternoon, then she went to work mixing a pudding. Mr. Little
had gone to the store for the turkey. "Sam White was over there, an' he
said he thought we was goin' right into turkeys this year," he reported
when he got home.
That night the guests arrived. Thanksgiving morning Lucy and Ann Mary
and their grandfather and Lucy's father and mother were all going to
meeting. Mrs. Little was to stay at home and cook the dinner.
Thanksgiving morning Mr. Little made a fire in the best parlor air-tight
stove, and just before they started for meeting Lucy and Ann Mary were
in the room. Lucy, in the big rocking-chair that was opposite the sofa,
was rocking to and fro and talking. Ann Mary sat near the window. Each
of the little girls had on her coat and hat.
Suddenly Lucy stopped rocking and looked intently over towards the
sofa.
"What you lookin' at, Lucy?" asked Ann Mary, curiously.
Lucy still looked. "Why--I was wondering what was under that sofa," said
she, slowly. Then she turned to Ann Mary, and her face was quite pale
and startled--she had heard the turkey and pudding story.
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