But he would have it--said I c'd sell it an' keep out the poorhouse some day, mebbe." David had not made much change in his usual raiment, but he was shaved to the blood, and his round red face shone with soap and satisfaction.
As he tucked his napkin into his shirt collar, Sairy brought in the tureen of oyster soup, and he remarked, as he took his first spoonful of the stew, that he was "hungry 'nough t' eat a graven imidge," a condition that John was able to sympathize with after his two days of fasting on crackers and such provisions as he could buy at Purse's.

It was, on the whole, he reflected, the most enjoyable dinner that he ever ate.

Never was such a turkey; and to see it give way under David's skillful knife--wings, drumsticks, second joints, side bones, breast--was an elevating and memorable experience.

And such potatoes, mashed in cream; such boiled onions, turnips, Hubbard squash, succotash, stewed tomatoes, celery, cranberries, "currant jell!" Oh! and to "top off" with, a mince pie to die for and a pudding (new to John, but just you try it some time) of steamed Indian meal and fruit, with a sauce of cream sweetened with shaved maple sugar.
"What'll you have ?" said David to Mrs.Cullom, "dark meat?
white meat ?" "Anything," she replied meekly, "I'm not partic'ler.

Most any part of a turkey 'll taste good, I guess." "All right," said David.