Your Aunt
Eleanor's never quite suit me. I like considerable ginger in my
pumpkin pies."
Another husband may say, "No, sir! Not on your life are we going to
Jim's for Thanksgiving. That wife of his is much too young to know how
to make just the right kind of turkey dressing. And I'm too old to
take chances on things like that now. Those pretty brides are apt to
get so excited over their lace table doilies that they forget to put in
the sage or onions and there you are--one whole Thanksgiving Day and a
turkey spoiled forever. No, sir--count me out!"
Sometimes wives say, "We've been invited to three places, Jemmy, but
let's stay home. When we go out I always get white meat and I hate it.
And I like my cranberries hulls and all instead of just jell."
It is just such little human likes and notions that finally decide the
matter. And so it was this year.
Sam Bobbins' eldest sister was having Sam and his wife "because Sam's
spent so much money for his fighting roosters that he ain't got money
for a Thanksgiving turkey."
Dolly Beatty's mother was having Charlie Peters for Thanksgiving dinner
and all the immediate relatives to pass judgment on him. He had
proposed and Dolly had accepted but no announcement was to be made
until all the Beattys and Dundrys had had their say.
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