The Prescott daily news., 1913-02-14
THANKSGIVING VISIT
 TO UNCLE'S FARM

day that she would not be home for Thanksgiving because one of the chil dren was sick and Aunt Anna needed her.
 Why don't you run out for the day?" I asked father. We can get on nicely here and perhaps I can invite somebody in to share our turkey"
 "1'he difficulty is that I've already asked a guest" answered father. "Blakely is in town, and as I knew he'd be pretty lonely at hotel, told him that he must come up here Thursday, and now your mothers away!"
 Poor father looked so doleful that I felt sorry for him in spite of the fact that he had spoiled plan of mine for Thanksgiving day. So assured him that I would do my best to take mothers place.
 You needn't put on any extra frills for Blakely," said father. Hes the sort of man who likes good old-fash- toned home cooking"
 Il smiled at this, for l knew that MT. Blakely lives at one of those ex- elusive New York clubs, where bach elors become more and more pamper- ed and fastidious. I silently deter mined to have dinner that would do credit to the family.
 You know, Lucille" said Cousin Fannie, when l told her that we ther never likes to have the edge of should begin the dinner with Cotuit oyster and bouillon, "that your fa- his appetite taken off by anything be- fore the turkey"
 But" I replied, "it would be i'm possible to begin with turkey. MT. Blakely would think himself in the backwoods.'
 Cousin Fannie made no more objec- tions to my plans, but she looked sur prised when l said, having found her taking two pies out of the oven We'd nesday afternoon, "Oh, we cant have pie! That's really a little too bu- collie. A delicate dessert Is much more appropriate after heavy turkey din- ner. I'd make that delicious creme renversee with vanilla sauce which I used to eat so often in Paris. Luckily l have recipe for it"
 As we sat down to the Thanksgiving dinner father said: Now, Blakely, you won't find any of your fancy club dishes here. l knew you'd much pre- fer an old-fashioned dinner"
 Yes, indeed" agreed MT. Blakely heartily, for of course he. could say nothing else
 What! Oysters?" exclaimed father. Then he looked at me again in sur prise when lilly brought in the soup, but l merely smiled. Then after he had carved the turkey he asked me for the cranberry sauce.
 Il thought you'd like this better" l said, pointing to the pretty pink ice lilly was bringing in sherbet cups.
 Well. l never ate Thanksgiving turkey before without cranberry sauce" he said, trying to laugh, but looking rather grumpy
 I'm sure the ice is very refresh ing, said MT Blakely, pleasantly, but ! was surprised to see him make wry face after tasting it.
 Lucille, it's salty!" exclaimed fath- CT.
 l suppose l must have dipped into the salt jar instead of the sugar keg when l mixed it for lilly. It's stupid to have salt and sugar on the same shelf. l should think mother would arrange the pantry better.
 Mir Blakely laughed and told a story about a man at the club who, think. ing his bouillon was tea, spoiled it with sugar and cream. Cousin Fannie appeared so amused by this ancient yarn that he was encouraged to tell others of equal date. So the dinner passed off pleasantly until Tilly brought in the creme renversee. Fath. CT looked at me so responsibility that said, Now, daddy dear, l made this French dessert myself, and I shall be hurt if you don't like it.
 With a martyred air father took & spoonful of it and MT. Blakely began eating his at the same instant. To my astonishment they both gasped and choked. Had not father been so dreadfully angry it would have been almost laughable to see them so red h the face and with tears in their eyes.
 Good heavens, Lucille, This is the hottest stue l ever got into my mouth" exclaimed father, as soon as he could speak Tt seems to be rrade of Jamaica ginger"
 oh, Cousin Fannie" cried, you must have told me the wrong bottle when l asked you where the vanilla was. Isn't that too bad?'