Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1914-11-24
.poLLY'S THANKSGIVING
How a Little Girl Got a Holiday
All For Her Very Own.

~ china blue eyes. that were for
ever seeing something to won.
der about. and her round. red cheeks.
that always grew redder when any
body spoke to her. and her crtnkly,
aaxen hair, that never would stay In
place. Such queer dumping OF
Pollyi
All the same. she liked nice things to
eat as well as any one could. and
when once upon u time somebody gave
her the measles just In season for
Thanksgiving day she felt dreadful
about it and cried as hard as she knew
how because she couldn't have any
turkey nor pudding nor mince pie for
dinner-nothing at all but oatmeal
Cruel.
But crying didn't help the measles a
mite. as, Of course. Polly knew 1t
wouldn't But she couldn't have help
ed crying II she wanted to. and she
didn't want to.
Most anybody d cried. l wouldn't
wonder" she said day or two after.
when the measles had begun to so
away again. mot to have mite of any
Thanksgiving for dinner-not any pie.
not any cranb'ry sauce. not any-oh.
de-arw
"Well. WE'LL" said Polly's mother.
laughing. II guess we'll have to have
another Thanksgiving day right off,"
"Oh, can we? cried Polly. brighten
ing up.
"Not unless the governor says so."
answered her father, with twinkle.
1.-The governor makes Thanksgiving
days. Polyanthus."
where does he liver asked Polly.
with an earpestness that was funny.
Everybody laughed.
AT the capital" said Polly's Uncle
Ben Davis do you know where
that is?'
n guess ] do" said Polly. and she
asked no more questions.
But what do you guess this funny
Polly did? By and by. when she felt
quite like herself again. she borrowed
pencil and paper and shut herself up
In her own little room and wrote a
letter that looked little queer. tbs
true. but still made her wishes known:
DeRe Mister GUNNER will you
Please Make Another THANKSG1V-
ING DAY be Caws had THE MEESLES
the Last One. Polly Pinkham.
Then she folded the letter and put It
in an envelope and sealed 1t and took
2 cents out Of her bank for the post
age and ran away as fast as she could
run.
Mr.. Wiley kept the postoffice. and
If he himself had been behind the
glass boxes that day I don't believe
Polly's letter would ever have gone
out Of Tinkerville. But Mr.. Willey's
niece was there. She read the address
on the envelope Polly handed in. and
her eyes danced. 1t looked so funny:
Mister GUNNER. at the cAPITLE.
One or two questions brought out the
whole story.
1.-The governor shall have your let
ter, Polly" roguish Miss Molly said
as she stamped 1t and postmarked 1t.
And 80 he did. for. not quite week
later, letter came in the mail for
Polly-a great white letter with a pic.
ture in one corner that made Pollys
father open his eyes.
"Why. it's the state's arms" said be.
what under the SUM-
But I think he suspected. Oh. how
red Polly cheeks were and how her
small fingers trembled when she tore
open her letter! 1t was printed so that
she could read It herself. all but the
long words:
Dear Miss Poliy-Your letter received.
am very sorry you were 30 III as not to be
able to eat any Thanksgiving dinner. II
was quite too bad. hereby appoint
special Thanksgiving day for Ypu-next
Thursday. Dec. (Which ! trust may be
kept with due form. Your friend and
wellwisher. ANDREW CoLBURN.
"Oh. oh. OH said Polly. hopping Oh.
one foot. "Will you. mother? Oh.
mother. will you? I wrote to him my
self. Oh. I'm SO glad"
"Did you ever!' cried Polly's moth
er. "Why. Polly Pinkham" But Pol
lys father slapped his knee and
laughed.
Good for Governor Colburn! III
vote for him as long as he wants
vote. And Polly shall have special
Thanksgiving worth telling Of. so she
shall"
And 80 she did have. the very best
she ever remembered.-A. G. Stoddard
In Youths Companion.