stard), and serve at once on a hot dish with parsley all
around.

Besides these good things the children made all sorts of potatoes and
muffins and everything else they had learned, and they really had a
beautiful time. But the most fun of all was on Saturday when they had
the cooking to do for two days and plenty of time in which to do it.

CHAPTER XV

THANKSGIVING DAY SUPPER

"Mother Blair, did you ever think that Thanksgiving Day has one great
defect?"

"Why, no, Mildred, I don't believe I ever did," smiled her mother. "Do
tell me what it is."

"Well, we have to have dinner in the afternoon so the littlest cousins
can go home early, and so Norah can get away in time for her regular
party--she always goes to one, you know, that evening; and that leaves
us with nothing to do for hours before bedtime. I don't know why it is,
but that time always drags."

"That is a real defect, Mildred, and I'm glad you told me, because we
don't want any part of Thanksgiving Day to drag. It ought to be lovely
till the very end. What can you think of that we can do to make it so?"

"I think if all the cousins would stay on instead of going home at dark,
and if we arranged something interesting, like a little play or
charades, first, and then, when we got hungry, about eight o'clock, we
had a hot supper, that would be just perfect."

"Of course! That's a bright idea, Mildred. All the cousins are old
enough now to spend the evening, and we can have a lovely time together.
You arrange the play, and I'll get up the supper for you."

"No, indeed, Mother Blair! We three juniors will get it--that's part of
the fun. And don't you think it would be nice to have it in here on the
big library table? We could bring the things in on trays and then just
help ourselves."

"That's another bright idea! Of course it would be delightful to have it
in here. Then afterwards we could have a wood fire in the grate and sit
around it to tell stories, and have games, and charades, and sing some
songs together, and be just as thankful as possible. What shall we have
for supper? I fancy we shall not want anything very heavy after our
dinner."

"No, of course not; but it can be something awfully good. Cold turkey to
begin with, and something hot to go with it, and--and what else, Mother
Blair?"

"Oh, cranberry jelly, and perhaps a salad, and then something sweet to
finish with. Do you think that would do?"

"Yes, and some kind of a ho