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Thanksgiving at Grandfather's farm was more than a holiday. It was a great date on the calendar, for it divided the year in halves as no other single day of the three hundred and sixty-five did. It marked the end of the outdoors, and the beginning of the indoors -- the day when everybody came home; when along with them into the house came all the outdoors, too, as if the whole farm were brought in to toast its toes before the great hearth fire!
For the hearth fire was big enough and cheery enough. And so was the farmhouse -- that is, if you added the big barn and the crib-house and the wagon-house and the dog-house and the hen-house and the "spring-house!"