Frederick Dane was on his way towards what he called his home. His home, alas, was but an indifferent attic in one of the southern suburbs of Boston.
Thanksgiving Story
Old Man Rabbit’s Thanksgiving Dinner Carolyn Sherwin Bailey
Old Man Rabbit sat at the door of his little house eating a nice, ripe, juicy turnip. It was a cold, frosty day, but Old Man Rabbit
Two Thanksgiving Day Gentlemen by O.Henry
There is one day that is ours. There is one day when all we Americans who are not self-made go back to the old home to eat saleratus biscuits and marvel how much nearer to the porch the old pump looks than it used to.
An Old-Fashioned Thanksgiving by Louisa May Alcott
“Yes’m,” answered two meek voices, and after a few irrepressible giggles, silence reigned, broken only by an occasional snore from the boys, or the soft scurry of mice in the buttery, taking their part in this old-fashioned Thanksgiving.
The Night Before Thanksgiving by Sarah Orne Jewett
The Night Before Thanksgiving by Sarah Orne Jewett I. There was a sad heart in the low-storied, dark little house that stood humbly by the roadside under some tall elms. Small as her house was, old Mrs. Robb found it too large for herself alone; she only needed the kitchen and a tiny bedroom that…
MR. LITTLE SELECTS THE THANKSGIVING TURKEY Mary E. Wilkins
“I should think that was queer, the day before Thanksgivin’,” said Mrs. Little. She was examining the turkey critically. “I guess it’ll do,” she declared finally.