Grandmother Verney, in high good humor, went out on the
Colonel's arm, the grievance of the morning's belated sleigh quite
forgotten in the genial warmth of the Fairfax hospitality.
"And what, Uncle Noah," asked the Colonel of the old darky as usual,
"have we to-night for supper?"
"Well, sah," beamed Uncle Noah, "we has ham an' turkey, an' cranberry
sauce an' celery, an' baked apples an' mince pie an' fruitcake
an'--an'--laws-a-massy, Massa, I'se too kerflusterated to ricomember
any mo'."
"We'll have them all!" cried the Colonel.
A terrific gobbling arose beneath the dining-room window, and the Major
rose and stared out in astonishment.
"Merciful goodness, Dick," he demanded, "what is that horrible racket?'
"Laws-a-massy, Massa," cried the old darky, "it's Job! I let him out a
while back, sah, an' I done fohgot to put him to roost. I reckon he's
come to remind me."
And, beaming happily at the radiant Christmas party, Uncle Noah flung
up the window and in a terrible voice commanded the tyrant to be silent.
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