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sun waiting for them. In shirt sleeves he began carving after finishing his g.f. Then the plates were piled with the sliced turkey, dressing, mashed white and candied sweet potato, sweetened cooked apple. Con't know how it was prepared but it was awful good as was everything. Never tasted better turkey, it was delicious! Their giblet gravy was paired i cranberry jelly, olives, celery and radishes. I onitted the olive and c and r. Mrs. Leatlier is a slow eater and we kept pace with each other after everybody else had finished. The the table was cleared and I had a lovely steamed pudding with lemon sauce. That sound too Plebian for it was an aristocratic version of a fine dessert. Mr. Slaughter soon betook himself to his sisters bed while we women both talked and they quizzed me so I told them the story of Uncle John's living with mother and me, his taking my (his) auto when I was in Chicago hospital, his oil wells, my work with the library, etc. Altogether it was quite a but of family history that I never dwell upon to my neighbors, but I enjoyed telling it to them for they were so sympathetic and respionsive to my bits of vigorous language. Mrs. Slaughter went to occupy the bed after my recital and Mr. Slaughter and Miss Avis took me home about 4:30. I had expressed a desire to go at 3:30 but they urged that I had nothing to go home for. They ll