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id: 44319
author: Munsell, Ida Hamilton
title: Miss Heck's Thanksgiving Party; or, Topsy Up To Date
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  Any person with but half an eye could recognize at a glance the extraordinary character of Miss Myra Heck! But, unfortunately, Miss Myra was born of black parents away down in the sunny southland, and the dark hue of skin and wisps of woolly curls which are characteristic of the negro race have descended upon their offspring.


id: 30007
author: Blanchard, Amy Ella
title: A Dear Little Girl's Thanksgiving Holidays
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  Mrs. Conway read: I hereby appoint Edna Conway to be my proxy and to vote upon any question which may come up before this meeting. Here comes Edna Conway, cried Esther Ann; she can tell us just what to do.


id: 40463
author: Johnston, Annie F. (Annie Fellows)
title: The Little Colonel's Holidays
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  And she said, 'Tell that blessed little Betty that she has given me an inspiration for life. It was always ready in her loving little hand.


id: 45114
title: The Children's Book of Thanksgiving Stories
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  With that true spirit of Christian charity which marked all his actions, he invariably chose out the homeliest and most neglected, and thus worthy Aunt Keziah, dear old soul, was for a time made quite prominent by his attentions.... Grandmother's face was radiant with satisfaction, as the wave of joyousness crept up higher and higher round her, till the elders, who stood keeping time with their heads and feet, began to tell one another how they had danced with their sweethearts in good old days gone by, and the elder women began to blush and bridle, and boast of steps that they could take in their youth, till the music finally subdued them, and into the dance they went. For myself, said little old Mr. Crooker, with a smile.


