Afterallthat，whenItriedtotellLeonhowitfelt，hejustcriedlikeababy，andhewouldn’tlistentoaword，evenwhenhe’dwantedtoknowsobadly。HesaidifIhadn’tcomeback，he’dhavegonetothebarnandusedtheswingropeonhimself，soitwasagoodthingIdid，foronefuneralwouldhavecostenough，whenweneededmoneysobadly，nottomentionhowmotherwouldhavefelttohavetwoofusgoatonce，likeshehadbefore。Andanyway，itdidn’tamounttosoawfulmuch。Itwasprettybadatfirst，butitdidn’tlastlong，andthenextdaymyneckwasonlyalittleblueandstiff，andinthreedaysitwasallover，onlyaroughplacewheretheropegrainedtheskinasI
wentdown；butInevergottotellLeonhowitfelt；Ijustcouldn’ttalkhimintohearing，anditwasquiteinterestingtoo；
butstillIeasilysawwhythemaninthepaperwouldobjecttodyingtwice，topayforkillinganothermanonce。
Whentheappleswerepickedandthecabbage，beets，turnips，andpotatoeswereburied，somecorndriedinthegarretfornewmeal，pumpkinsputinthecellar，thefieldcornallhusked，andthebutcheringdone，fathersaidtheworkwasinsuchfineshape，withLaddietohelp，andtherewassomuchmorecornthanheneededforus，andthepricewassohigh，andtheturkeysdidsowell，andeverything，thathecouldpaybackwhatmotherhelpedhim，andhavequiteasumover。
ItwasThanksgivingbythattime，andallofWinfield’s，Lucy’s，SallyandPeter，andourboyscamehome。Wehadabigtime，allbutShelley；itwastooexpensiveforhertocomesofarforoneday，butmothersentheraboxwithawholeturkeyforherselfandherfriends；andcake，popcorn，nuts，andjusteverythingthatwasn’ttoodrippy。Shelleywrotesuchlovelylettersthatmothersavedthemandafterwehadeatenasmuchdinneraswecould，shereadthembeforeweleftthetable。