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Author: Carolyn Haywood
drop them," said Billy.
Miss Grey and all of the children laughed, for Billy looked very funny with the egg all over his face. Miss Grey took him into the cloakroom and washed his hair and face at the sink. The children were glad Billy hadn't broken all of the eggs. There were still eleven whole ones.
The children helped Miss Grey pack the basket. When all of the things were in the basket, Miss Grey went out of the room. When she returned, she was carrying a big turkey.
"Oh," squealed the children, "a turkey! A turkey!" They clapped their hands for joy. "Where did you get it, Miss Grey?" they asked.
"Oh, a little bird brought it," said Miss Grey.
"It must have been a great big bird to carry that big turkey," said Ellen.
Miss Grey laid the turkey right on the top of the basket. It was a beautiful Thanksgiving basket!
At recess, Miss Grey told Grandma Pretzie that the children wanted her to come into their
room when the bell rang. The children were so excited they could hardly wait. When the bell rang at the end of recess, they all hurried into the room. In a few minutes, Grandma Pretzie came in. "Betsy," said Miss Grey, "will you tell Grandma Pretzie what we have for her?"
Betsy stood up. "Grandma Pretzie," she said, "we have a Thanksgiving basket for you. We want to give it to you because you are so good to us and tell us stories."
The old lady's eyes filled with tears. "Thank you, my dears," she said, "thank you so much."
The basket was so heavy that Grandma Pretzie couldn't carry it. Mr. Windrim, the janitor, carried it home for her. She carried her pretzel basket and her little stool.
The next day when Betsy was eating her Thanksgiving dinner she suddenly remembered that Father had brought two turkeys home. "Father, where is the other turkey?" asked Betsy.
"That's right," said Father, "there was another turkey. Now where do you suppose that turkey got to?" Father's eyes twinkled, so Betsy was sure that Father knew where the other turkey went.
"Is it a secret?" asked Betsy.
"Yes," said Father, "it's a secret."
7 A Present for Betsy
Curly was a little cocker spaniel. She lived in a house near Betsy's school. Her master was an old gentleman who, Betsy thought, looked the way Santa Claus would look without his whiskers. His name was Mr. Applebee.
Every morning Curly was in the yard in front of her house. She loved to watch the children go by on their way to school. She would run back
and forth behind the white picket fence. Her little sharp barks and whines said, "See! See! Here I am. Please play with me. Please!" Many of the children stopped at the fence to look at the little dog. Then Curly would put her front paws up against the fence and stretch her little body until her nose almost touched the children's faces. She would sniff, sniff, sniff, very hard, as though she loved the smell of little children. Sometimes the children would pat Curly's head and her stubby tail would wag with joy.
Betsy loved Curly. Every morning, Betsy stopped at the white fence to see the little dog. She would scratch Curly's head back of her long silky ears. Curly would wag her tail very hard. When Betsy stopped scratching, Curly would poke Betsy's hand with her little wet nose. This was Curly's way of saying, "Scratch some more." Betsy would give her one more scratch and a pat on the head and then run on to school.
One morning, Betsy was walking to school with Christopher. They stopped to see Curly. "Look, Betsy," said Christopher, "I can make her sit up." Christopher pinched up his fingers and made believe that he had something for Curly. "Sit up, Curly! Sit up!" said Christopher. Curly
sat up at once and begged. She sat straight and still with her big soft paws crossed in front of her. She looked very hopeful. "Speak!" said Christopher, "Speak for it!" Curly gave a little sharp bark. Then Christopher opened his hand and there was nothing at all for Curly. She looked so disappointed. Christopher laughed.
"Oh, Christopher,"
Miss Grey and all of the children laughed, for Billy looked very funny with the egg all over his face. Miss Grey took him into the cloakroom and washed his hair and face at the sink. The children were glad Billy hadn't broken all of the eggs. There were still eleven whole ones.
The children helped Miss Grey pack the basket. When all of the things were in the basket, Miss Grey went out of the room. When she returned, she was carrying a big turkey.
"Oh," squealed the children, "a turkey! A turkey!" They clapped their hands for joy. "Where did you get it, Miss Grey?" they asked.
"Oh, a little bird brought it," said Miss Grey.
"It must have been a great big bird to carry that big turkey," said Ellen.
Miss Grey laid the turkey right on the top of the basket. It was a beautiful Thanksgiving basket!
At recess, Miss Grey told Grandma Pretzie that the children wanted her to come into their
room when the bell rang. The children were so excited they could hardly wait. When the bell rang at the end of recess, they all hurried into the room. In a few minutes, Grandma Pretzie came in. "Betsy," said Miss Grey, "will you tell Grandma Pretzie what we have for her?"
Betsy stood up. "Grandma Pretzie," she said, "we have a Thanksgiving basket for you. We want to give it to you because you are so good to us and tell us stories."
The old lady's eyes filled with tears. "Thank you, my dears," she said, "thank you so much."
The basket was so heavy that Grandma Pretzie couldn't carry it. Mr. Windrim, the janitor, carried it home for her. She carried her pretzel basket and her little stool.
The next day when Betsy was eating her Thanksgiving dinner she suddenly remembered that Father had brought two turkeys home. "Father, where is the other turkey?" asked Betsy.
"That's right," said Father, "there was another turkey. Now where do you suppose that turkey got to?" Father's eyes twinkled, so Betsy was sure that Father knew where the other turkey went.
"Is it a secret?" asked Betsy.
"Yes," said Father, "it's a secret."
7 A Present for Betsy
Curly was a little cocker spaniel. She lived in a house near Betsy's school. Her master was an old gentleman who, Betsy thought, looked the way Santa Claus would look without his whiskers. His name was Mr. Applebee.
Every morning Curly was in the yard in front of her house. She loved to watch the children go by on their way to school. She would run back
and forth behind the white picket fence. Her little sharp barks and whines said, "See! See! Here I am. Please play with me. Please!" Many of the children stopped at the fence to look at the little dog. Then Curly would put her front paws up against the fence and stretch her little body until her nose almost touched the children's faces. She would sniff, sniff, sniff, very hard, as though she loved the smell of little children. Sometimes the children would pat Curly's head and her stubby tail would wag with joy.
Betsy loved Curly. Every morning, Betsy stopped at the white fence to see the little dog. She would scratch Curly's head back of her long silky ears. Curly would wag her tail very hard. When Betsy stopped scratching, Curly would poke Betsy's hand with her little wet nose. This was Curly's way of saying, "Scratch some more." Betsy would give her one more scratch and a pat on the head and then run on to school.
One morning, Betsy was walking to school with Christopher. They stopped to see Curly. "Look, Betsy," said Christopher, "I can make her sit up." Christopher pinched up his fingers and made believe that he had something for Curly. "Sit up, Curly! Sit up!" said Christopher. Curly
sat up at once and begged. She sat straight and still with her big soft paws crossed in front of her. She looked very hopeful. "Speak!" said Christopher, "Speak for it!" Curly gave a little sharp bark. Then Christopher opened his hand and there was nothing at all for Curly. She looked so disappointed. Christopher laughed.
"Oh, Christopher,"