The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1879-11-26
DIMPLE's THANKSGIVING.

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Unjust pick up chipsi it's Saturday.
said Dimple, pouting trife.
"All the more reason said Aunt Pate,
briskly. Saturday is baking day: and
| want to heat my oven.' $ a
And next week il Than sgiyinp. / said
Dimplc, clearing up. 'sGolng to make q
real big pumpkin piea can stone rails
ms, grandma, seeing box on the table.
Dimple was rather proud Of going to
the little red school-house; he liked to
talk Of having to study, and Saturday
being his holiday, when he did not want
to work.
Now, being refreshed by the thought
Of the Thanksgiving dainties his chips
were going to help cook, he trudged off
to the woodshed, and was back almost
before grandma's apron was tied. M. II h
1t was trial that she did not accept
his ready offers to help, and be pouted
again when he was presented with six
raisins and requested to take himself
away from the kitchen. He did, and
was gone an hour, when suddenly he
rushed back. ,.s aFaaf
,s"Abner says if you'll come and look
over the. turkeys, because he has his
f'inion and he knows you have contra
| 7 one" .,., n :
Aunt Patie hurried from the kitchen.
Her mind was fixed which gobbler was
to be approved Us latest for the feast.
Grandma followed, and Dimple was left
alone in the kitchen. The huge pump
kin pic stood on side table; it was large
on1 Ioo, or0r~rh E>r a ,,,,1 1Sy =. NV,
| pie looked at it with satisfaction.
Il don't believe It's sweet enough
Aunt Patio don't like so much sugar as
grandma and me;;" aud herewith Med
dlesome Dimplc plunged in heaping
spoonful OF white powder from the box
nearest. e. ~
"Now, Mary Vail needn't Drag how she
helps bakc,n said Dlmple. II know some
things MS much rs she does. 6'pose put
| some more cinnamon, too.'
Grandma came back just in time to
prevent the contents Of the red pepper
box from Aavorlng the mincc-meat, and
Dlmple conveying a sly pinch to his
mouth, got his deserts and ehoked and
sputtered, while the tears rolled down
upon his blouse. .>.S
II spected it was cinnamon looks
red just the same" he walled, while
grandma tried TO comfort him with an
apple, and Aunt Pate smiled grimly. rs,
"Maybe you'll be taught not to med
dle," SAID she.
~ don't believe shall" sobbed Dim
pie. "Next time shall take little
pinch, though"
Dimple thought the days would never
drag away and the feast-day arrive.
But it did, and no chips to pick up
and his best suit on, Dimple was happy.
He did not 60 to church. Aunt l'atie
remained at home to look after the din
ner, and she knew that grandma would
not keep Dlmple from falling off the scat
aud talking aloud. aaec b .as
The minister came to dine. So did
Mary Vail and her mother. The little
1axen- haired maiden looked whittier than
ever in her d-plaid dress. 9Hst lftg als
"And l asked Jakey Brown; he said
they hadn't any turkey, and he never
tasted any. I guess here he is, and key,
too" said Dimple, running to the door.
Aunt Patio frowned, but grandma
looked kindly at the shabby boy, who
came In awkwardly, but looking 80 eager
and hungry. s.g.,.,.,.. 4.-'.
II suppose they never did have din.
ner like this" she said, softly. .sWe can
make room, Patience, and you see they
are clean.,y ... ~@.Z..s -.
II told them to be all washed" said
Dimple IN a loud whisper. "sOh, yes,
we can crowd up, and III sit by the table.
leg." .@,asa7~ ny
So there was place for every one, and
every one looked pleased. How the
Brown boys did eat, to be sure! They
had never had such chance before, poor
things. Finally the pies and the pud-
dings came on, and Aunt Pate said to
the minister: s=..@@,
''First, I want ysu to try our pumpkin
pie, Mr.. Millman. It's made after the
recipe my grandmother had, and We al.
ways have it cooked IN just such dish,
and just as large"
The pie looked very nice, and Dimple
mud ged Mary Vail under the table, and
smiled. =s Co.,.
otis just as sweet" he whispered.
Mr.. Millman did not seem to enjoy his
slice; he coughed and drank some water,
so did the others, and Aunt Pate, tasting,
exclaimed:
why! Of all things! What why
salerntus!' ...s,t0 49,. Il. = mi.
II thought twas sugar!' cried Dim
pie, breaking into roar and hiding in
grandma's DRESS ~.
"D,mple Stacy! you deserve whip.
ping said his aunt, slowly.
1t certainly was Notifying thing,
with company for dinner and tho pump
kin pie ruined.
"Couldn't you-say-let me be
thrashed insteads He's SO little-anA he
askedius to come" said Jakey Brown.
Aunt Patie said nothing at all, and a
small, red face raised itself from grand
mas lap. -s,f
"He won't do 50 again." said Mr.. Mill
man. s#
mo, Auut Pate; and don't you know
you said you'd be truly thankful when I
was cured of mischief spose / am
now" said Dimple, hopefully.
Everybody laughed and the mince pies
proved quite@perfsct. 49, H.