s Thanksgiving was that very day, and there was no time to lose,
they began to work. They found a fine, big, flat-topped pumpkin, and
placed it for a table at the foot of the Owl's tree. Then they found
three little pumpkins for stools.

"They won't want to eat until night," said the little boy.

"No," said the little girl; "the Owl and the Turtle and the Rabbit,
too,--they like dinner at night."

"We will lay everything out for them before we go to Grandmother's,"
said the little boy, "and when we come home, we can see all eating their
good Thanksgiving dinner."

The little boy ran and brought parsley and cabbage leaves for the
Rabbit; and when the Rabbit saw that, he trotted home in a hurry, for
fear he might be tempted to eat before it was time.

The little girl brought a fine big mushroom for the Turtle, for she had
once seen a turtle nibble all around the edge of a mushroom.

"The Owl will have to bring his own dinner," said the little boy, "but I
will get him a piece of bread to eat with it." So he did.

That night the little girl and boy drove home by moonlight from their
grandmother's farm. When they were in their own room they looked out of
the window toward the corn-field. They saw the corn-shocks, like
wigwams, with black shadows. They saw the tree dark against the sky.
They saw the big round yellow moon rising above the ridge of the field.
They saw the pumpkin table and pumpkin chairs. They saw, sitting on one
chair, the Rabbit, with his ears sticking straight up as he ate his
parsley and cabbage. They saw the Turtle, stretching his head out of his
shell as he nibbled his mushroom. They saw the Owl on his chair, eating
the dinner he had brought. "Oh, isn't it beautiful!" said the little
girl. "Beautiful!" said the little boy.

HOMES

BY ANNIE WILLIS McCULLOUGH

My bunnies like their cozy house, although they scamper out to play;
My chickens like the slatted coop where all the mother hens must stay.
My kitten likes her basket bed out in the woodshed near our door,
My puppy loves his cellar box; he sleeps and plays, then sleeps
some more.

But _I_ have got the nicest home. My house is better far than theirs;
Its windows let the sunshine in; it has a porch, it has some stairs.
But I like best the kitchen warm, with table, stove, and pantry neat;
The place where Dinah works, and makes good things for us to eat!

[Illustration: Bill of Far