"Luckily each of the chickens is provided with one." "I know what I am going to wish," said Charlie, nodding his head with decision.
"Well, Charlie, what is it ?" asked Frank.
"I shall wish that papa may come home safe." "And so will I," said Maggie.
"I wish he might sit down with us to-day," said Mrs.Frost, with a little sigh.

"He has never before been absent from us on Thanksgiving day." "Was he well when you last heard from him ?" "Yes, but hourly expecting orders to march to join the army in Maryland.
I am afraid he won't get as good a Thanksgiving dinner as this." "Two years ago," said Mr.Morton, "I ate my Thanksgiving dinner in Amsterdam." "Do they have Thanksgiving there, Mr.Morton ?" inquired Alice.
"No, they know nothing of our good New England festival.

I was obliged to order a special dinner for myself.

I don't think you would have recognized plum pudding under the name which they gave it." "What was it ?" asked Frank curiously.
"Blom buden was the name given on the bill." "I can spell better than that," said Charlie.
"We shall have to send you out among the Dutchmen as a schoolmaster plenipotentiary," said Frank, laughing.

"I hope the 'blom buden' was good in spite of the way it was spelt." "Yes, it was very good." "I don't believe it beat mother's," said Charlie.
"At your present rate of progress, Charlie, you won't leave room for any," said Frank.
"I wish I had two stomachs," said Charlie, looking regretfully at the inviting delicacies which tempted him with what the French call the embarrassment of riches.
"Well done, Charlie!" laughed his mother.
Dinner was at length over.