So the children thought as they surveyed the attractive
array, and felt that Thanksgiving, come as often as it might,
could never be unwelcome.
Through the forenoon of Thanksgiving day the preparations
continued. Frank and Mr. Morton went to the village church, where
an appropriate service was held by Reverend Mr. Apthorp. There
were but few of the village matrons present. They were mostly
detained at home by housewifely cares, which on that day could
not well be delegated to other hands.
"Mr. Morton," said Frank, as they walked leisurely home, "did you
notice how Squire Haynes stared at you this morning?"
Mr. Morton looked interested. "Did he?" he asked. "I did not
notice."
"Yes, he turned halfround, and looked at you with a puzzled
expression, as if he thought he had seen you somewhere before,
but could not recall who you were."
"Perhaps I reminded him of some one he has known in past years,"
said the young man quietly. "We sometimes find strange
resemblances in utter strangers.
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