A Turkey For One by Lavinia S.
Lura's Uncle Roy is in Japan. He used to take Christmas
dinner at Lura's home. Now he could only write her papa to say
a box of gifts had been sent, and one was for his little
The little girl clapped her hands, crying, "Oh, mamma! don't
you think it is the chain and locket dear uncle said he would
sometime give me?"
"No," replied her papa, reading on. "Your uncle says it is a
turkey for one."
"But we do not need turkeys from Japan," remarked the little
Her papa smiled, and handed the open letter to her mamma. "Read it aloud, every bit,"
begged Lura, seeing her mamma was smiling, too.
But her mamma folded the letter and said nothing.
On Christmas eve the box, which had just arrived, was
opened, and every one in the house was made glad with a
present. Lura's was a papier-mache turkey, nearly as large as
the one brought home at the same time by the market-boy.
Next morning, while the fowl in the kitchen was being
roasted, Lura placed hers before a window and watched people
admire it as they passed. All its imitation feathers, and even
more its red wattles, seemed to wish every man and woman, boy
and girl, a Merry Christmas.
Lura had not spoken of the jewelry since her uncle's letter
was read. It is not nice for one who receives a gift to wish it
was different. Lura was not that kind of a child.
When dinner was nearly over, her papa said to her, "My dear, you have had as much of my
turkey as you wanted; if you please, I will now try some of
"Mine is what Uncle Roy calls a turkey for one," laughed
Lura. She turned in her chair towards where her bird had been
strutting on the window-sill, and added, in surprise, "Why,
what has become of him?"
At that moment the servant brought in a huge platter. When
room had been made for it on the table it was set down in front
of Lura's papa, and on the dish was her turkey.
"Oh, what fun!" gayly exclaimed the child. "Did uncle tell
you to pretend to serve it?"
"I have not finished what he directs me to do," her papa
said, with a flourish of the carving-knife.
"But, papa—oh, please!" Her hand was on his arm. "You
would not spoil my beautiful bird from Japan!
A hidden spring was touched with the point of the knife. The breast opened, and disclosed
the fowl filled with choice toys and other things. The first
taken out was a tiny box; inside was a gold chain and
locket; the locket held Uncle Roy's picture.
It was a turkey for one,—for only Uncle Roy's niece.
But all the family shared the amusement.