Ann Mary; Her Two Thanksgivings by Mary Eleanor Wilkins Freeman

“Grandma.” “What is it, child?” “You goin’ to put that cup-cake into the pan to bake it now, grandma?” “Yes; I guess so. It’s beat ’bout enough.” “You ain’t put in a mite of nutmeg, grandma.” The grandmother turned around to Ann Mary. “Don’t you be quite so anxious,” said she, with sarcastic emphasis. “I …

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