Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1902-11-21

around, and fine little white pigs were
lying in state each with a red apple in
his mouth. Big barrels of shining cram
berries stood along the sidewalks, and
there were fat plum buildings and thick
pies in the pastry cooks windows, and
myl but 1t made you hungry just TO
walk past those food shops
Everybody was in a hurry.
The boys stood at the Pockets en-
trance, watching the passers. Every
one seemed to have a bundle. Now 1t
was a bunch of celery sticking out,
now a fowls foot, now something wrap
ped up tight so you could not see what
it was. now something that took two
hands to carry, and had to be held
straight-but you could bet there was
cake in that bundle
Thanksgiving was not kept in the
Pocket.
Say" said one of the boys suddenly,
lets give a Thanksgivin' party. None
of yer Christmases fer me. Thanksgv-
in is swell. Yer amt givin' tings all
de time. Jes eatin'. OATS de boy fer
me. Say, wen give a party, and not
have no eatin' and fool de crowdv'
How'll we fool emp
leave dat to me-"
So they put their heads together and
fell to planning and then to fighting.
They always settled things with a fight,
which is good honest way of settle
ment. The fight today was long and
earnest They rolled out on to the
sidewalk and the passers were veXed
because they had to step around them
| Down by the Pocket they don't trouble
| to stop fights. They are sure to stop
| themselves after a while.
A man with his arms fun of big tur-
| key stumbled over them, and as he
picked himself up exclaimed angrily:"Get
out of the way here now, or I'll call
a policeman. Mind your manners for
| Cnce!'
IF we should be a-mindin our man
| ners." said one of the contestants. pull
ing his sleeve across his bloody nose. ut
| would not be de likes of you we'd be
! a-talkin wild on the street"
The man laughed. He had won his
turkey at a shooting gallery around the
corner, and could afford to.
This broke up the fight. and the trihe
under discussion was allowed to drop
| for the present.
SO they would give a party Their
| bitterest enemies of the Pocket were
| invited. They were given to under
stand there would be unlimited turkey
and food of all kinds.
| I'm bet it's a lie" said one of the
invited guests promptly.
The boys washed a patch on their
faces and knocked at the little button
holef's door. They wished TO borrow
a huge kettle they knew she possessed
All the Pocket people borrow.
Wen kill de kids II they hurt IT,
they explained. but we're goin' to give 6
party tomorrer. fool party. and W,
wants dis. Don't yer tell de kids der,
amt no eatin'."
She sat sewing after they left. and
thinking too. They must be good boy,
to want to give pleasure to their mates
OF course. they would have to pla,
party. How could they have eating
Poor boys,
1t was good she did not understan,
their fool party" nor the impish gle,
with which they were planning II. Sh,
lived alone with her buttonholes. Da,
after day was the same. save sometimes
the holes were worked with light threat
and sometimes with dark. She did no
mingle with her neighbors. though man,
time she went away from her window
with a sorry heart for what she saw
of them
Presently she began 10 sew so excited,
she pricked herself several times. "wh,
not?" she thought. and her eyes grey
very bright. She arose very quickly
and took an old wallet out from unde
the mattress. 1t held all her savings
They were small. People are mostl
satisfied with machine made buttonholes
''There'll be enough for a turkey din
ner anyway-of course. therell be a
awful lot of them. but I'll get paid to
"h"'~i Vah SET STUN enough. KNOW
, Her thoughts went to her cheeks, an
made them pink. She raped sharpl
on the window TO the two boys VIII
! were sitting outside close together, plan
ming their deviltry.
Boys" she called. "TI tell you,
can't eat my turkey all alone tomorrow
never do" % buttonholer, when di
, you eat turkey lastD 80 l am ago
ing to bring II to the party, and mayb
r n few fixins."
' The boys gasped.
And l want you to help me carr
I things to the table tomorrow. We
p set IL right in the middle of the Pockt
there. and we'll have a real good time.
The boys forgot their plans. The
: were not pretty plans Immediate