Chip's Thanksgiving by Annie Hamilton Donnell
Chip had plenty of nuts on Thanksgiving Day. The little lady
called Heart's Delight saw to that. Can you guess who Chip was?
THEY had got "way through," as Terry said, to the
nuts. It had been a beautiful Thanksgiving
dinner "so far." Grandmother's sweet face beamed
down the length of the great table, over all the little
crinkly grandheads, at grandfather's face. Everybody
felt very thankful.
"I wish all the children this side o' the north pole had
had some turkey, too, and squash and cram'bry—and
things," said Silence quietly. Silence was always
wishing beautiful things like that.
"An' some nuts," added Terry, setting his small white
teeth into the meat of a big fat walnut. "It wouldn't
seem Thanksgivingy 'thout nuts."
"I know somebody who would be thankful with just
nuts," smiled grandfather. "Indeed, I think he'd
rather have them for all the courses of his Thanksgiving
"Just nuts! No turkey, nor puddin', nor anything?"
The crinkly grandheads all bobbed up from their
plates and nut-pickers in amazement. Just nuts!
"Yes. Guess who he is?" Grandfather's laughing
eyes twinkled up the long table at grandmother.
"I'll give you three guesses apiece, beginning with
Heart's Delight. Guess number one, Heart's Delight."
"Chip," gravely. Heart's Delight had guessed it the
very first guess.
"Chip!" laughed all the little grand girls and boys.
Why, of course! Chip! He would rather have just nuts
for Thanksgiving dinner!
"I wish he had some o' mine!" cried Silence.
"An' mine!" cried Terry; and all the others wished he
had some of theirs. What a Thanksgiving dinner little
Chip would have had!
"He's got plenty, thank you." It was the shy little
voice of Heart's Delight. A soft pink colour had come
into her round cheeks. Everybody looked at her inquiringly,
for how did Heart's Delight know Chip had
plenty of nuts? Then Terry remembered something.
"Oh, that's where her nuts went to!" he cried.
"Heart's Delight gave 'em to Chip! We couldn't think
what she'd done with 'em all."
The pink colour was growing pinker—very pink
"Yes, that's where," said Silence, leaning over to
squeeze one of Heart's Delight's little hands. And sure
enough, it was. In the beautiful nut month of October,
when the children went after their winter's supply of
nuts, little Heart's Delight had left all her little rounded
heap just where bright-eyed, nut-loving squirrel Chip
would be sure to find them and hurry them away to his
winter hole. And Chip had found them, she was sure,
for not one was left when she went back to see, the next
"Why, maybe this very minute—right now—Chip's
cracking his Thanksgiving dinner!" Terry laughed.
"Same as we are! Maybe he's got to the nut cour—oh,
they're all nut courses! But maybe he's sittin' up
to his table with the rest of the folks, thanksgiving to
Heart's Delight," Silence said.
Heart's Delight's little shy face nearly hid itself over
her plate. This was dreadful! It was necessary to
change the subject at once, and a dear little thought
came to her aid.
"But I'm afraid he hasn't got any gran'father and
gran'mother to his Thanksgiving," she said softly. "I
shouldn't think anybody could thanksgive 'thout a
gran'mother and gran'father."