r]Mistress Esteem Elliott's Molasses Cake. _By Kate Upson Clark_

The First Thanksgiving. _By Albert F. Blaisdell and Francis K. Ball_

[dagger]Thanksgiving at Todd's Asylum. _By Winthrop Packard_

How We Kept Thanksgiving at Oldtown. _By Harriet Beecher Stowe_

*Wishbone Valley. _By R. K. Munkittrick_

Patem's Salmagundi. _By E. S. Brooks_

Miss November's Dinner Party. _By Agnes Carr_

*The Visit. _By Maud Lindsay_

The Story of Ruth and Naomi. _Adapted from the Bible_

Bert's Thanksgiving. _By J. T. Trowbridge_

*A Thanksgiving Story. _By Miss L. B. Pingree_

[dagger]John Inglefield's Thanksgiving. _By Nathaniel Hawthorne_

How Obadiah Brought About a Thanksgiving. _By Emily Hewitt Leland_

The White Turkey's Wing. _By Sophie Swet_

*The Thanksgiving Goose. _By Fannie Wilder Brown_

[dagger]An English Dinner of Thanksgiving. _By George Eliot_

A Novel Postman. _By Alice Wheildon_

[dagger]Ezra's Thanksgivin' Out West _By Eugene Field_

*Chip's Thanksgiving. _By Annie Hamilton Donnell_

[dagger]The Master of the Harvest. _By Mrs. Alfred Gatty_

*A Thanksgiving Dinner. _By Edna Payson Brett_

Two Old Boys. _By Pauline Shackleford Colyar_

A Thanksgiving Dinner That Flew Away. _By Hezekiah Butterworth_

[dagger]Mon-daw-min. _By H. R. Schoolcraft_

A Mystery in the Kitchen. _By Olive Thorne Miller_

*Who Ate the Dolly's Dinner? _By Isabel Gordon Curtis_

[dagger]An Old-fashioned Thanksgiving. _By Rose Terry Cooke_

1800 and Froze to Death. By _C. A. Stephens_

THE CHILDREN'S BOOK OF THANKSGIVING STORIES

THE KINGDOM OF THE GREEDY

BY P. J. STAHL.

TRANSLATED BY LAURA W. JOHNSON.

This fairy tale of a gormandizing people contains no mention
of Thanksgiving Day. Yet its connection with our American
festival is obvious. Every one who likes fairy tales will
enjoy reading it.

The country of the Greedy, well known in history, was ruled by a king
who had much trouble. His subjects were well behaved, but they had one
sad fault: they were too fond of pies and tarts. It was as
disagreeable to them to swallow a spoonful of soup as if it were so
much sea water, and it would take a policeman to make them open their
mouths for a bit of meat, either boiled or roasted. This deplorable
taste made the fortunes of the pastry cooks, but also of the
apothecaries. Families ruined themselves in pills and powders;
camomile, rhubarb, and peppermint trebled in price, as well