."

"Well, I'd rather have one from you," laughed Dick. "But I haven't
shaved to-day, and my face is rather whiskery."

"My father's face is like that lots of times--I don't mind," said Margy,
so she kissed Dick and was very happy.

Then, after some more coasting, during which time the dolls were left in
the barn, the three little Bunker girls went back to the house.

"Ready for bread and jam?" asked Grandma Ford. "That was always what I
used to want when I came in out of the cold, and I think you want the
same.".

"Yes, please, we do," said Rose.

"Oh, yes, please!" added Vi.

"I lost my doll," said Margy, "but Dick raked her up and I did give him
a kiss."

"That was nice!" laughed Grandma Ford.

As she was spreading the bread and jam for Rose, Margy and Vi, in came
Russ, Laddie and Mun Bun, leaving, of course, the snow man outside. And
you can easily guess what the boys wanted.

Bread and jam!

That's just it, and you may go to the head of the class. I wish I had
some bread and jam to give you for guessing right, but I haven't.

The next day when Daddy Bunker, who had come back from business, and
Grandpa Ford went out to the barn to look at one of the horses that had
a cold, Russ and Laddie followed. On the way they passed a small house,
or pen, such as chickens are kept in, and from it came a loud:

"Gobble-obble-obble!"

"What's that?" asked Mun Bun. "Is it a hand-organ monkey?"

"Oh, no!" laughed Grandpa Ford. "That's our prize turkey, and do you
know what he says?"

"Did he say anything?" asked Russ.

"Oh, indeed he did!" said Grandpa Ford with a laugh. "You see I
understand turkey talk, and this bird just said: 'Thanksgiving is
coming, and then I'll be gobbled-obbled-obbled!' That's what he said,
and it's going to come true. That's going to be part of our Thanksgiving
day dinner."

"I like turkey," said Russ. "Is Thanksgiving coming soon?"

"Next week," his father told him. "You want to get up good appetites
between now and then."

"I'm hungry now," said Laddie, though how he could be, having only had
breakfast a little while before, I don't know. But lots of children are
that way.

There was plenty to see and do around Great Hedge Estate, and after the
six little Bunkers had peeped in at the big Thanksgiving turkey, they
played around the barn a bit and then romped in the snow.

In the afternoon Grandpa Ford hitched a team of horses to a big
sled--the same one that had brought them