"
"Mine is what Uncle Roy calls a turkey for one," laughed Lura. She
turned in her chair towards where her bird had been strutting on the
window-sill, and added, in surprise, "Why, what has become of him?"
At that moment the servant brought in a huge platter. When room had
been made for it on the table it was set down in front of Lura's papa,
and on the dish was her turkey.
"Oh, what fun!" gayly exclaimed the child. "Did uncle tell you to
pretend to serve it?"
"I have not finished what he directs me to do," her papa said, with a
flourish of the carving-knife.
"But, papa--oh, please!" Her hand was on his arm. "You would not spoil
my beautiful bird from Japan!
A hidden spring was touched with the point of the knife. The breast
opened, and disclosed the fowl filled with choice toys and other
things. The first taken out was a tiny box; inside was a gold chain
and locket; the locket held Uncle Roy's picture.
It was a turkey for one,--for only Uncle Roy's niece. But all the
family shared the amusement.
LAVINIA S. GOODWIN.
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