old buxom condition, so familiar to all Branton Hills;—
“Right this way, folks, for potato, squash, onions, carrots and turnip!!”
What a happy bunch! Following around from Gadsby, sit Bill, Lucy and Addison. But whoa! Who’s this Addison? Oh, pardon; I forgot all about it. Lucy’s baby; and his first Thanksgiving. Hi, you! Tut-tut! Mustn’t grab raisins! Naughty, naughty! On Lucy’s right sit Mary, Julius and Norman; following along, I find Nancy, Frank and Baby Lillian, Kathlyn, John, Lady Standish, Priscilla and Hubby Arthur Rankin; Nina Adams, — Oh! A thousand pardons!! — Nina Simpkins! and Old Bill. Say! You wouldn’t know Bill! Bright, happy, laughing, singing, and tapping a cup with his spoon; spick-span suit, and that now famous “Broadway carnation.” Hulloa, Bill; you old sport!! Glad to find you looking so happy! What? Two whacks at that bird? Why Bill!! On Bill’s right sits Pastor Brown, old Doctor Wilkins, Harold, Virginia, and Patricia. Oh, pardon again! Patricia, Virginia’s baby; just six months old, today, and valiantly trying to swallow a half-pound candy cow! Following around I find Old Tom Young, Sarah, and Paul. No, I don’t find a high-chair by Sarah; but Sarah sits just rocking,
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