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-- and it is! We had a good time fixing up the
baskets and we like to share our Thanksgiving,
you know."

Betty's voice was very earnest and sweet as
she said this. Mrs. Woods answered her smile.
"Bless you," she said, "I'll do it. Watch the
baby, Ina, and keep the other children in here
while I go down to Rosie's."

Throwing her apron over her head, Mrs.
Woods led Budd, Betty and Kathryn down the
rickety, dingy stairway to the second floor,
where she knocked on a door once shining in
its dark wood. But it had been painted and
the paint had come off in peeling blotches. Budd
ran down the one flight to get the other basket
from the car. They waited and Mrs. Woods
knocked again. Then there was a stir inside
and slow steps approached the door. "Rosie's
out," whispered Mrs. Woods, "and it's a good
thing. You just stand back a little and I'll take
in the basket."

The door opened. A tall old woman with lined
face stood there, looking soberly at the party.
"How-de-do, Mrs. Savilla," said Mrs. Woods.
"Here's a basket that I'll tell Rosie about when
she comes in. It's a present for you for Thanks-
giving. I'll just carry it in for you."

The dark eyes looked puzzled and Mrs. Sav-

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