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A Dear Little Girl's Thanksgiving Holidays   By: (1856-1926)

A Dear Little Girl's Thanksgiving Holidays by Amy Ella Blanchard

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A DEAR LITTLE GIRL'S THANKSGIVING HOLIDAYS

The "Dear Little Girl" Series

A Dear Little Girl A Dear Little Girl at School A Dear Little Girl's Summer Holidays A Dear Little Girl's Thanksgiving Holidays

A DEAR LITTLE GIRL'S THANKSGIVING HOLIDAYS

Amy E. Blanchard

[Illustration]

WHITMAN PUBLISHING CO. Racine, Wisconsin

Copyright 1912 by George W. Jacobs & Co.

Printed in 1924 by Western Printing & Lithographing Co. Racine, Wis.

Printed in U. S. A.

CONTENTS

CHAPTER PAGE

I THE INVITATION 9

II RELIANCE 30

III WHERE'S THE KEY? 50

IV A HEARTY DINNER 71

V THE RED BOOK 93

VI THE OLD HOUSE 113

VII THE MILL STREAM 134

VIII JETTY'S PARTY 154

IX THE ELDERFLOWERS 174

X WHAT BEN DID 196

XI FAREWELLS 215

XII HOW ARE YOU? 234

A DEAR LITTLE GIRL'S THANKSGIVING HOLIDAYS

CHAPTER I

THE INVITATION

"Any news, mother?" asked Edna one Friday afternoon when she came home from school.

"There's a letter from grandma," replied Mrs. Conway after kissing the lips held up to hers. "There isn't any real news in it, but there is an invitation."

"What kind of an invitation?"

"A Thanksgiving kind."

"Oh, mother, what do you mean?"

"I mean that grandma wants us all to spend an old fashioned Thanksgiving with her; the kind she used to have when she was young. She says she and grandpa are both getting old and they may not be able to have the whole family there together again."

"And are we going?"

"Yes, I think so."

"The whole family?"

"I think perhaps you and I will go on a day or two ahead and let the others follow. Celia and the boys can come with your father, who probably could not get off till Wednesday afternoon. Grandma asks that I bring my baby with me."

"And that means me," returned Edna, hugging herself. "How long shall we stay, mother?"

"That depends upon several things which will have to be learned later, so I can't tell just yet."

Edna danced off to hunt up her brothers that she might tell them the news. She found them in their little workshop over the stable. Charlie was making a new box to put in his pigeon house and Frank was watching him. They had not seen their little sister since Monday for she and her sister Celia went to school in the city, remaining until the Friday afternoon of each week.

"Hello!" cried Charlie, looking up. "When did you come?"

"Oh, we've just come, only a few minutes ago, and what do you think is the news?"

"The Dutch have taken Holland," returned Charlie, hammering away at his box. "Just hand me that box of nails, Frank, won't you?"

"That's a silly answer," said Edna with contempt.

"Well, if it's news, how did you expect me to know it?"

"I didn't expect you to know it, only to guess."

"Well, I guessed," replied Charlie teasingly. "I suppose it's a foolish sort of thing; Uncle Justus has grown another hair in his eyebrows or your friend Dorothy has a new hat."

"It's nothing so unimportant," Edna continued; "for it concerns you boys, too, but if you don't want to know I'll go up to Dorothy's; she'll be interested even if she isn't going."

"Going? Where?" cried both boys.

"That's for me to know and for you to find out," retorted Edna, beginning to scramble down the ladder. Both boys darted after; Charlie swung himself down ahead of her to the floor below and was ready to grab her before she reached the last rung. Then there was much laughing, scrambling, tickling and protesting till at last Edna was compelled to give up her secret, ending triumphantly with: "And I'm going first with mother."

"Who said so?" questioned Charlie... Continue reading book >>




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