The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1877-11-15
Thanksgiving at Rose Farm.

1t was the morning before Thanks
wing at Rose Farm, and the children
I'd gathered in the kitchen to assist
ANNA in preparations of the next days
asst. 1t was not q holiday at the village
'hool, but, as company was expected at
he farm-sweet Cousin Florence and
ncle Dick-a generous Thanksgiving
inner was under way, and Mrs. May
ard had consented to the children re-
naming OF home to assist her.
Deacon Maynard, his wife and their
our children were the occupants of Rose
arm, and happier, merrier, better
isposed family could not be found any
where. The deacon was an intelligent
armer, who provided well for his family,
nd who was noted in the neighborhood
or strict integrity and kind heart.
Mrs. Maynard was devoted wife and
ldulgent mcther-a comfort to the poor
md to all who needed sympathy or aid.
Alex Maynard, their eldest boy, was IA,
handsome and noble-hearted; then came
Helen, who was IL, as admirable as her
mother, and known in the village as It's
prettiest girl. Daisy was the next step
in the Maynard Staircase romp-
ing, saucy, teasing gypsy, with
eyes, hair and complexion as
brown as chestnut. She was the most
pugnacious~l looking child you could well
imagine; her hair was like mop-it
never would lie straight, but would hang
over her eyes, until her mamma, in self
defense, had it banged, for, she said,
it would make the whole family cross
eyed looking at the unruly locks. Ar
thur Maynard, the baby, was years
Old-just In trousers-a sweet tempered,
obedient boy, the pet of the household.
Daisy said she loved him "almost to
pieces" but could not help teasing him
when he sucked his fingers, baby trick
in which he still INDUCED.
The large kitchen at Rose Farm was a
picture Of home comfort on this morning
before Thanksgiving. A broad pine
.able stood at one side, on which there
was big yellow pumpkin, and wooden
chOpping- bowl filed with something
very nice, as one would have supposed.
had they seen the young Maynards TAX
ing "httle tastes /" as they gathered
about it. Then there was a pasteboard,
a rolling-pin, a pan of -four, pot of
faky lard, and dish of yellow butter.
Peggy, the "help," was mending the
fire in the brightly -blackened stove.
Mrs. Maynard came into the room with
big box Of raisins, and said, "Alex
and Daisy may stone raisins for the pud-
ding, while Helen prepares tie turkey,
and Arthur can sit on one end of the ia
BILE and look on.
How many raisins may we eat,
mammal" shouted Daisy. g Very few,
gypsy or youwill have the stomach ache
to spoil your pleasure tomorrow. .
Alex said, 81 will have to do as the
cabin-boy on shipboard did when he
stoned raisins for the Captains plum
pudding; he was compelled to whistle
all the time so that he could not eat
any" Alex and Daisy seated them
selves, with newspapers on their laps, a
chair standing each side, on which were
the box Of raisins, and the dishes for
lem after they had been pitted.
: don't think I can stand this sticky
very long," said Alex, after he had
d about a dozen raisins. " You
had better do it and let me go to
II for the cider"
would not give up SO soon, said
who declared her nose was itch