She stood for a moment in Winter's path as the
Goose rose and stretched his stiff wings, and then started south.
The chilly air was like a blast on his head. He was obliged to fly
slowly, but he managed to call as he went,
"_Honk, honk_, Here I am. I fly to tell you that Winter is coming."
He looked down at the woods, and the fields, and the waters. How
strange! They had known it. They had not waited for the call of the
old Wild Goose.
THANKSGIVING
CHIP'S THANKSGIVING
They had got "way through," as Terry said, to the nuts. It had been a
beautiful Thanksgiving dinner so far. Grandmother's sweet face beamed
down the length of the great table, over all the little curly
grand-heads, at Grandfather's face. Everybody felt very thankful.
"I wish all the children this side of the North Pole had some turkey,
too, and squash, and cranberry--and things," Silence said quietly.
Silence was always thinking of beautiful things like that.
"And some nuts," Terry said, setting his small white teeth into the
meat of a big fat walnut. "It wouldn't seem like Thanksgiving without
nuts."
"I know somebody who would be thankful with just nuts," smiled
Grandfather. "Indeed, I think that he would rather have them for all
the courses of his Thanksgiving dinner!"
"Just nuts! No turkey, or pudding, or anything?" The curly grand-heads
all bobbed up from their plates and nut pickers in amazement.
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