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“Theyarecoming；IhearEmilroaring’Landlubberslyingdownbelow，’
sowemustrunanddress，“criedNan，andup-stairstheyscamperedinagreathurry。
Theboyscametroopinghomewithappetitesthatwouldhavemadethebigturkeytremble，ifithadnotbeenpastallfear。Theyalsoretiredtodress；andforhalf-an-hourtherewasawashing，brushing，andprinkingthatwouldhavedoneanytidywoman’sheartgoodtosee。Whenthebellrang，atroopoffresh-facedladswithshinyhair，cleancollars，andSundayjacketson，filedintothedining-room，whereMrs。Jo，inheroneblacksilk，withaknotofherfavoritewhitechrysanthemumsinherbosom，satattheheadofthetable，“lookingsplendid，“astheboyssaid，whenevershegotherselfup。DaisyandNanwereasgayasaposybedintheirnewwinterdresses，withbrightsashesandhairribbons。Teddywasgorgeoustobeholdinacrimsonmerinoblouse，andhisbestbuttonboots，whichabsorbedanddistractedhimasmuchasMr。Toot’swristbandsdidononeoccasion。
AsMr。andMrs。Bhaerglancedateachotherdownthelongtable，withthoserowsofhappyfacesoneitherside，theyhadalittlethanksgivingalltothemselves，andwithoutaword，foroneheartsaidtotheother，；
“Ourworkhasprospered，letusbegratefulandgoon。“
Theclatterofknivesandforkspreventedmuchconversationforafewminutes，andMaryAnnwithanamazingpinkbowinherhair“flewround“
briskly，handingplatesandladlingoutgravy。Nearlyeveryonehadcontributedtothefeast，sothedinnerwasapeculiarlyinterestingonestotheeatersofit，whobeguiledthepausesbyremarksontheirownproductions。
“IfthesearenotgoodpotatoesIneversawany，“observedJack，ashereceivedhisfourthbigmealyone。
“Someofmyherbsareinthestuffingoftheturkey，that’swhyit’ssonice，“saidNan，takingamouthfulwithintensesatisfaction。
“Myducksareprimeanyway；Asiasaidshenevercookedsuchfatones，“
addedTommy。
“Well，ourcarrotsarebeautiful，ain’tthey，andourparsnipswillbeeversogoodwhenwedigthem，“putinDick，andDollymurmuredhisassentfrombehindthebonehewaspicking。
“Ihelpedmakethepieswithmypumpkin，“calledoutRobby，withalaughwhichhestoppedbyretiringintohismug。
“Ipickedsomeoftheapplesthattheciderismadeof，“saidDemi。
“Irakedthecranberriesforthesauce，“criedNat。
“Igotthenuts，“addedDan，andsoitwentonallroundthetable。
“WhomadeupThanksgiving？“askedRob，forbeinglatelypromotedtojacketandtrousershefeltanewandmanlyinterestintheinstitutionsofhiscountry。
“Seewhocananswerthatquestion，“andMr。Bhaernoddedtooneortwoofhisbesthistoryboys。
“Iknow，“saidDemi，“thePilgrimsmadeit。“
“Whatfor？“askedRob，withoutwaitingtolearnwhothePilgrimswere。
“Iforget，“andDemisubsided。
“Ibelieveitwasbecausetheywerestarvedonce，andsowhentheyhadagoodharvest，theysaid，’WewillthankGodforit，’andtheyhadadayandcalleditThanksgiving，“saidDan，wholikedthestoryofthebravemenwhosufferedsonoblyfortheirfaith。
“Good!Ididn’tthinkyouwouldrememberanythingbutnaturalhistory，“
andMr。Bhaertappedgentlyonthetableasapplauseforhispupil。
Danlookedpleased；andMrs。Josaidtoherson，“Nowdoyouunderstandaboutit，Robby？“
“No，Idon’t。Ithoughtpil-grinswereasortofbigbirdthatlivedonrocks，andIsawpicturesoftheminDemi’sbook。“
“Hemeanspenguins。Oh，isn’thealittlegoosey!“andDemilaidbackinhischairandlaughedaloud。
“Don’tlaughathim，buttellhimallaboutitifyoucan，“saidMrs。
Bhaer，consolingRobwithmorecranberrysauceforthegeneralsmilethatwentroundthetableathismistake。
“Well，Iwill；“and，afterapausetocollecthisideas，DemideliveredthefollowingsketchofthePilgrimFathers，whichwouldhavemadeeventhosegravegentlemensmileiftheycouldhaveheardit。
“Yousee，Rob，someofthepeopleinEnglanddidn’tliketheking，orsomething，sotheygotintoshipsa
