I believe I won't help you any more now, Norah; p'rhaps I'll come out by and by." So Dotty skipped away; but it never occurred to her that she had been troublesome.

She merely thought it very strange Norah did not appreciate her services.
"I s'pose she knows mother'll help her if I don't," said she to herself.
Dotty's goodness ran on with a ceaseless flow till two o'clock, when that event took place which the children regarded as the most important one of the day--that is, dinner.
After the silent blessing, Mr.Parlin turned to his youngest daughter, and said,-- "Alice, do you know what Thanksgiving Day is for ?" "Yes, sir; for turkey." "Is that all ?" "No, sir; for plum pudding." "What do you think about it, Prudy ?" "I think the same as Dotty does, sir," replied Prudy, with a wistful glance at her father's right hand, which held the carving knife.
"What do you say, Susy ?" "It comes in the almanac, just like Christmas, sir; and it's something about the Pilgrim Fathers and the Mayflower." "No, Susy; it does not come in the almanac; the Governor appoints it.

We have so many blessings that he sets apart one day in the year in which we are to think them over, and be thankful for them." "Yes, sir; yes, indeed," said Susy.

"I _always_ knew that." "Now, before I carve the turkey, what if I ask the question all around what we feel most thankful for to-day?
We will begin with grandmamma." "If thee asks me first," said grandma Read, clasping her blue-veined, beautiful old hands, "I shall say I have everything to be thankful for; but I am most thankful for peace.

Thee knows how I feel about war." The children thought this a strange answer.