Frost.
"I will at least make the attempt."
"I want the wish-bone, Mr. Morton," said Maggie.
"No, I want it," said Charlie.
"You shall both have one," said the mother. "Luckily each of the
chickens is provided with one."
"I know what I am going to wish," said Charlie. nodding his head
with decision.
"Well, Charlie, what is it?" asked Frank.
"I shall wish that papa may come home safe."
"And so will I," said Maggie.
"I wish he might sit down with us to-day," said Mrs. Frost, with
a little sigh. "He has never before been absent from us on
Thanksgiving day."
"Was he well when you last heard from him?"
"Yes, but hourly expecting orders to march to join the army in
Maryland. I am afraid he won't get as good a Thanksgiving dinner
as this."
"Two years ago," said Mr. Morton, "I ate my Thanksgiving dinner
in Amsterdam."
"Do they have Thanksgiving there, Mr. Morton?" inquired Alice.
"No, they know nothing of our good New England festival. I was
obliged to order a special dinner for myself.
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