"The dinner is to be at twelve o'clock, and we must be there by nine or ten.

We shall be busy enough getting everything ready.

There are forty turkeys to cut up and four hundred plates to fill." "And many willing hands to do it," remarked Edith, with a quiet smile; "ours among the rest." "You'd better keep away from there," spoke up Mrs.Dinneford, with a jar in her voice.

"I don't see what possesses you.

You can find poor little wretches anywhere, if you're so fond of them, without going to Briar street.