ly,
The whole dark landscape lighting--
This Hallowe'en, I think, would be
A little too exciting!"

NOVEMBER

_XI_

_NOVEMBER_

[Illustration: _Sagittarius_]

The next house stood just back from the street,
In a gray little narrow lane.
A table loaded with things to eat
They saw through the window-pane.
A cozy old lady came out to the door
And said, "There is turkey in here,
Potatoes and rice, and cake with spice,
And no one to dine, oh, dear!"

[Illustration: _The next house stood just back from the street_]

Amos and Ann looked at the Journeying Man. "It must be very hard on her,
J. M.," they said.

"What's hard on her?" returned J. M. "Having turkey and potatoes and all
that?"

Amos and Ann turned red. "Having no one to eat them," they said in a low
voice.

It had been some hours since they left the gypsy camp, and they were
beginning to be very hungry indeed.

The little old lady stood at the door and waited.

"We might help her out if there's time," J. M. said suddenly.

"Oho!" cried Amos. "There's plenty of that, you know, in Zodiac Town!"

Two minutes later they were seated round the table.

"It's like Thanksgiving," Ann said in delight.

"Just think--" J. M. replied--

"Just think, the little Pilgrim boys
That came ashore, you know,
From off the good Mayflower ship
That wild day long ago,

"They had no roasted turkey-breast
For dinner; not a scrap
Of gravy, stuffing, and the rest
Saw any hungry chap.

"No apple sauce, no pumpkin pies,
No nuts and raisins plump,
No oranges and gingersnaps,
No taffy in a lump.

"I'm glad that things are different now--
'T would give me quite a shock
To see our dinner-table look
As bare as Plymouth Rock.

"And yet, those little Mayflower lads
Were thankful to be living--
A splendid reason, after all,
For anyone's thanksgiving!"

"I think I'm thankfulest of all," Ann said--and a little clock tinkled and
sent her into rhyming.

"I think I'm thankfulest of all
For that old house of ours;
The maple by the garden wall,
The borders full of flowers;

"The front doorsill that's hollowed out
By many passing feet;
The different pictures hung about,
With faces kind and sweet.

"The firewood's flame is red and gold
And makes a spicy sm