Thanksgiving Day came, bringing a little vacation period, and after
church in the morning, the Bobbsey twins went home to eat roast turkey
and cranberry sauce. Then they went out to play with some of their boy
and girl friends, having lots of fun in the barn and yard.
"But don't slide any more hay down on Flossie and Freddie!" begged Mrs.
Bobbsey.
"We won't!" promised Bert and Nan, and they kept their word.
It was about a week after Thanksgiving, and Bert and Nan were on their
way home from school one day, when, as they passed a red brick house on
the street next to theirs, they saw, standing on the porch, a pleasant-
faced, elderly lady who was looking up and down the avenue.
"That's Miss Pompret," said Nan to Bert. "I heard mother say she was
very rich."
"Is she?" asked Bert. "She looks kind of funny."
"That's 'cause she isn't married," returned Nan. "Some folks call her an
old maid, but I don't think she's very old, even if her hair is white.
Her face looks nice."
"Yes, but she looks kind of worried now," said Bert. "That's the way
mother looks when she's worried."
They were in front of the house now, and could see Miss Pompret quite
plainly.
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