Thanksgiving at the Polls by Edward Everett Hale
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.
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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.
Continue readingOld 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
Continue readingThere 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.
Continue reading“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.
Continue readingThe Night Before Thanksgiving by Sarah Orne Jewett I. There was a sad heart in the low-storied, dark little house
Continue reading“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.
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