the
lady from Philadelphia what is best to be done."

But Mr. Peterkin said he didn't like to go to her for everything; let
the children try and eat their dinner as it was.

And they all tried, but they couldn't. "Very well, then," said Mr.
Peterkin, "let them go and ask the lady from Philadelphia."

"All of us?" cried one of the little boys, in the excitement of the
moment.

"Yes," said, Mrs. Peterkin, "only put on your india-rubber boots." And
they hurried out of the house.

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The lady from Philadelphia was just going in to her dinner; but she
kindly stopped in the entry to hear what the trouble was. Agamemnon
and Elizabeth Eliza told her all the difficulty, and the lady from
Philadelphia said, "But why don't you give the slices of fat to those
who like the fat, and the slices of lean to those who like the lean?"

They looked at one another. Agamemnon looked at Elizabeth Eliza, and
Solomon John looked at the little boys. "Why didn't we think of that?"
said they, and ran home to tell their mother.

WHY THE PETERKINS HAD A LATE DINNER.

The trouble was in the dumb-waiter. All had seated themselves at the
dinner-table, and Amanda had gone to take out the dinner she had sent
up from the kitchen on the dumb-waiter. But something was the matter;
she could not pull it up. There was the dinner, but she could not
reach it. All the family, in turn, went and tried; all pulled together
in vain; the dinner could not be stirred.

"No dinner!" exclaimed Agamemnon.

"I am quite hungry," said Solomon John.

At last Mr. Peterkin said, "I am not proud. I am willing to dine in
the kitchen."

This room was below the dining-room. All consented to this. Each one
went down, taking a napkin.

The cook laid the kitchen table, put on it her best table-cloth, and
the family sat down. Amanda went to the dumb-waiter for the dinner,
but she could not move it down.

The family were all in dismay. There was the dinner, half-way between
the kitchen and dining-room, and there were they all hungry to eat it!

"What is there for dinner?" asked Mr. Peterkin.

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"Roast turkey," said Mrs. Peterkin.

Mr. Peterkin lifted his eyes to the ceiling.

"Squash, tomato, potato, and sweet potato," Mrs. Peterkin continued.

"Sweet potato!" exclaimed both the little boys.

"I am very glad now that I did not have cranberry," said Mrs.
Peterkin, anxious to find a bright point.

"Let us sit down and think