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Tonight, I will be reading

two Thanksgiving stories

by Lucy Maud Montgomery.

So lie down, close your eyes,

and let me read you a story.

The Bartlett's Thanksgiving Day.

Joseph Bartlett drove home from the store of the corners in such a brown study that he sat in the buggy in the muddy yard for fully ten minutes before he got out.

His wife watched him from the window and wondered wistfully what he was thinking of.

Then she sighed.

She knew what she was thinking of and had been thinking of

all day. The moral was Thanksgiving, and every other mother and father in Abbotsford would have

at least some of their family to help eat the Thanksgiving dinner. Everybody except father

and me. She reflected sadly. There's only Maggie,

and she won't come because Pa won't ask her, and he won't. He's so desperate, proud and stubborn,

and so she, those like each other's two peas.

Dear me, it's twelve years since Maggie went away,

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