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MONARCIIS IN EXILE 



EFORE dusk, on Thanksgiving Day, 

 dinner was over, and the family 

 ad all gathered in Camp Satur- 

 ay. Mr. Gobble, with his chest- 

 nut stuffing, proved so tempt- 

 ing that two small people even 

 begged for a third piece, and 

 every one agreed to have only 

 a light supper before bedtime, 

 and tell stories first. 

 "Is Turkey a real American, or did he come over 

 with House People ? " asked Dodo. " I suppose he did, 

 because he's a farm bird and very cranky to raise. Rod 

 says." 



" Turkey is not only a true American, and the 

 emblem of Thanksgiving Day, but our native wild 

 Turkey is the great-grandfather of all the other Tur- 

 keys that live everywhere on farms." 



The camp was quite in order now, for Dr. Roy had 

 sent to various places for chests of odds and ends that 

 had been stored away and almost forgotten. The 

 board floor was nearly covered by the furry pelts of 

 various beasts, while others were fastened against the 

 walls, where some fine Deer's heads spread their 



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