Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1914-11-25
P0LLY'S THANKSGIVING
How a Little Girl Got a Holiday
All For Her Very Own.

"a ly as she was, with her big
~ 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 crinkly.
| f1axen 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 a 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 it
wouldn't. But she couldn't have help
ed crying if she wanted to, and she
didn't want to.
"Most anybody d cried, 1 wouldn't
wonder" she said day or two after.
: when the measles had begun to go
| y
| Thanksgiving for dinner-not any pie
not any cranb'ry sauce, not any-oh.
de-arw
"Well. weH.' said Polly's mother.
laughing Il guess we'll have to have
another Thanksgiving day right off"
"Oh, can we?" cried Polly. brighten
ing up.
mot unless the governor says So"
answered her father, with a twinkle.
1.-THE governor makes Thanksgiving
days. Polyanthus."
Where does he liveY' asked Polly.
with an earnestness that was funny.
Everybody laughed
eat the capital" said Polly's Uncle
Ben Davis. DO you know where
that is?''
II guess I 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, it's
true, but still made her wishes known:
DeRe Mister GUNNER will you
Please Make Another THANKSGIV-
ING DAY be Claws l had THE MEESLES
the Last One. Polly Pinkham.
Then she folded the letter and put it
in an envelope and sealed it 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 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. it 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 it and postmarked it.
And so he did. for, not quite a week
later, letter came in the mail fol-
| Polly-a great white letter with a pic
, ture in one corner that made Polly's
father open his eyes.
WY, IL Tie SldL0 dFIuS! Sdlu lie
what under the sum-
But l think he suspected. Oh, how
red Polly cheeks we're and how hel
, small fingers trembled when she tore
, open her letter! It was printed so thai
r she could read 1t herself, all but the
long words:
( Dear Miss Polly-Your letter received.
am very sorry you were so ill as not to bs
, able to eat any Thanksgiving dinner L
was quite too bad. I hereby appoint
special Thanksgiving day for you-nex
Thursday. Dec (Which 1 trust may bt
f kept with due form. Your friend ant
wellwisher, ANDREW COLBURN.
ooh. oh. oh!' said Polly. hopping OF
one foot will you. mother? Oh
+ mother. will you? I wrote to him my
! self. Oh. I'm so gladv'
did you everv' cried Polly's moth
er. why. Polly Pink hamw But Pol
= ly's father slapped his knee ant
: laughed.
9 ~"Good for Governor Colburn! II
;. vote for him as long as he wants /.
! vote. And Polly shall have specia
$ Thanksgiving worth telling of. so sh,
). shallg'
And SO she did have. the very hes
she ever remembered.-A. G. Stoddart
in Youths Companion.