Welcome to Homeschool Story Time: Week 43.
This week’s story is about generosity.
It tells of a family that opens its hearts and doors to the needy during Thanksgiving.
I think you and your family will enjoy this heart-warming, seasonal story.
Our Thanksgiving Dinner
by Annie Gray Pattison
We live in a little village near the city of Cincinnati. We have not lived here many years; and our grandparents and aunts and uncles and cousins are so far away, that they cannot often come to see us.
This year, on Thanksgiving Day, none of our friends were with us; and mamma and papa felt very sad to have the big turkey cooked, and only our own family to eat it.
So, happening to see a ragged little boy in the street, mamma called him, and told him to go out and find eleven more poor little boys, and tell them to come with him and get a Thanksgiving dinner.
He ran off in high glee; and, sure enough, when twelve o’clock came, along came the whole number of poor, hungry little boys. Their eyes sparkled with delight when they saw the nice brown turkey, and the pies and cakes. They were soon seated at the table; and papa and mamma waited on them.
It made us all glad to see how the poor fellows enjoyed their dinner. One ragged little boy was so afraid of soiling the cloth, that he quietly slipped the bones under the table. Another boy saw him, and told the rest; and then they all had a good laugh.
After they had eaten as much as they wanted, they were taken into the room where the piano is; and mamma got “The Nursery” containing the song of “Mother Hubbard,” and played and sung it to them.
Papa then gave each one a paper of candy and a nice large apple, and sent them off. No sooner were they out of the door than they set up a yell, and ran to their homes as fast as they could, I suppose, to tell about the good time they had had.
We all think now that we enjoyed our Thanksgiving as well as children who had their own friends to dine with them. And I do not doubt that those poor little boys will remember their unexpected dinner as long as they live.
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Many blessings,
