Well, Alice, what have you to say?
I see a thought in your eyes." "Why, papa," said Dotty, laying her forefingers together with emphasis, "I've known what I'm thankful for, for two days.

I'm thankful Mrs.
Rosenberg isn't my mother!" A smile went around the table.
"But, papa, I am, truly.

What should I want _her_ for a mother for ?" "Indeed, I see no reason, my child, since you already have a pretty good mother of your own." "Pretty good, papa!" said Dotty, in a tone of mild reproof.

"Why, if she was YOUR mother, you'd think she was _very_ good." "Granted," returned Mr.Parlin.
"I don't think you'd like it, papa, to have her scold so she shakes down cobwebs." "Who ?" "Mrs.Rosenberg." "Never mind, my dear; we will not discuss that woman to-day.

I hope you will some time learn to pronounce her name." Then followed a few remarks from Mr.Parlin upon our duty to the Giver of all good things; after which he began at last to carve the turkey.
The children thought it was certainly time he did so.