Mrs. Wiggs of the cabbage patch

'Ways and Meansthe brown paper that came over thebasket, and presently he looked up andsaid slowly:*^Ma, I guess we can't have the turkeythis year. I kin sell it fer a dollarseventy-five, and that would buy us hogmeatfer a good while. 'Mrs. Wiggs's face fell, and shetwisted her apron-string in silence.Shehad pictured the joy of a real Christmasdinner, the first the youngest childrenhad ever known; she had alreadythought of half a dozen neighbors towhom she wanted to send *^a littlesnack.''But one look at Jim's anxiousface recalled their circumstances.**0f course we '11 sell it," she saidbrightly. *^You have got the longesthead fer a boy! We '11 sell it in themornin', an' buy sausage fer dinner,an' I '11 cook some of these here nicevegetablesan' put a orange an' some23