I'm not one bit 'thankful' this
Thanksgiving, and I'm not going to pretend I am. So there. And here I
am making nasty pies, when everybody else has gone to town having a
good time. No, I'm not one bit thankful, so there, and I feel as if
turkey and cranberries and pumpkin pie would choke me."
But after Letty "had her cry out" she felt better, and in a little
while her nimble fingers had finished her work and she was ready for a
little amusement. This amusement she concluded to find by taking a
little walk to the end of the garden. The garden ended abruptly in a
ravine, and it was a source of unfailing delight to go down there and,
from a secure position, see the trains go thundering by.
In fifteen minutes the train would be along and then she would go back.
Idly gazing down from her secure height, her eye was suddenly caught by
something creeping along the ground. Letty's keen sight at once
decided this to be a man--a man with a log in his hand. This log he
carefully adjusted across the track.
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