And Chip had found
them, she was sure, for not one was left when she went back to see the
next day.
"Why, maybe, this very minute--right now--Chip is cracking his
Thanksgiving dinner," Terry laughed.
"Just as we are! Maybe he's come to the nut course--but they are all
nut courses. And maybe he's sitting up at his table with the rest of
his folks, thanksgiving to Heart's Delight," Silence said.
Heart's Delight's little shy face nearly hid itself over her plate.
This was dreadful! It was necessary to change the conversation at
once, and a dear little thought came to her aid.
"But I'm afraid Chip hasn't got any grandfather or grandmother at his
Thanksgiving," she said softly. "I should think it would be hard to
give thanks without any grandfather and grandmother."
THE FIRST THANKSGIVING
All through the first summer and the early part of autumn the Pilgrims
were busy and happy. They had planted and cared for their first fields
of corn. They had found wild strawberries in the meadows, raspberries
on the hillsides, and wild grapes in the woods.
In the forest just back of the village wild turkeys and deer were
easily shot. In the shallow waters of the bay there was plenty of
fish, clams, and lobsters.
The summer had been warm, with a good deal of rain and much sunshine;
and so, when autumn came, there was a fine crop of corn.
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