It was Thanksgiving Day. All the family were at church, all the
servants busy preparing for the great dinner; and so poor Tony, who had
a cold, had not only to stay at home, but to amuse himself while the
rest said their prayers, made calls, or took a brisk walk to get an
appetite. If he had been allowed in the kitchen, he would have been
quite happy; but cook was busy and cross, and rapped him on the head
with a poker when he ventured near the door. Peeping through the slide
was also forbidden, and John, the man, bribed him with an orange to keep
out of the way till the table was set.
That was now done. The dining-room was empty and quiet, and poor Tony
lay down on the sofa to eat his nuts and admire the fine sight before
him. All the best damask, china, glass, and silver was set forth with
great care. A basket of flowers hung from the chandelier, and the
sideboard was beautiful to behold with piled-up fruit, dishes of cake,
and many-colored finger-bowls and glasses.
"That’s all very nice, but the eating part is what _I_ care for. Don’t
believe I ’ll get my share to-day, because mamma found out about this
horrid cold. A fellow can’t help sneezing, though he can hide a sore
throat. Oh, hum! nearly two more hours to wait;" and with a long sigh
Tony closed his eyes for a luxurious yawn.
When he opened them, the strange sight he beheld kept him staring
without a thought of sleep. The big soup-ladle stood straight up at the
head of the table with a face plainly to be seen in the bright bowl. It
was a very heavy, handsome old ladle, so the face was old, but round and
jolly; and the long handle stood very erect, like a tall thin gentleman
with a big head.
"Well, upon my word that’s queer!" said Tony, sitting up also, and
wondering what would happen next.
To his great amazement the ladle began to address the assembled forks
and spoons in a silvery tone very pleasant to hear:--
"Ladies and gentlemen, at this festive season it is proper that we
should enjoy ourselves. As we shall be tired after dinner, we will at
once begin our sports by a grand promenade. Take partners and fall in!"
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