Happily unconscious of these mistakes , Tilly popped it into the pot , and proudly watched it bobbing about before she put the cover on and left it to its fate . `` I ca n't remember what flavorin ' Ma puts in , '' she said , when she had got her bread well soaked for the stuffing . `` Sage and onions and apple-sauce go with goose , but I ca n't feel sure of anything but pepper and salt for a turkey . '' `` Ma puts in some kind of mint , I know , but I forget whether it is spearmint , peppermint , or penny-royal , '' answered Prue , in a tone of doubt , but trying to show her knowledge of `` yarbs , '' or , at least , of their names . `` Seems to me it 's sweet marjoram or summer savory . I guess we 'll put both in , and then we are sure to be right . The best is up garret ; you run and get some , while I mash the bread , '' commanded Tilly , diving into the mess . Away trotted Prue , but in her haste she got catnip and wormwood , for the garret was darkish , and Prue 's little nose was so full of the smell of the onions she had been peeling , that everything smelt of them . Eager to be of use , she pounded up the herbs and scattered the mixture with a liberal hand into the bowl . `` It does n't smell just right , but I suppose it will when it is cooked , '' said Tilly , as she filled the empty stomach , that seemed aching for food , and sewed it up with the blue yarn , which happened to be handy . She forgot to tie down his legs and wings , but she set him by till his hour came , well satisfied with her work . `` Shall we roast the little pig , too ? I think he 'd look nice with a necklace of sausages , as Ma fixed one last Christmas , '' asked Prue , elated with their success . `` I could n't do it . I loved that little pig , and cried when he was killed . I should feel as if I was roasting the baby , '' answered Tilly , glancing toward the buttery where piggy hung , looking so pink and pretty it certainly did seem cruel to eat him . It took a long time to get all the vegetables ready , for , as the cellar was full , the girls thought they would have every sort . Eph helped , and by noon all was ready for cooking , and the cranberry-sauce , a good deal scorched , was cooling in the lean-to . Luncheon was a lively meal , and doughnuts and cheese vanished in such quantities that Tilly feared no one would have an appetite for her sumptuous dinner . The boys assured her they would be starving by five o'clock , and Sol mourned bitterly over the little pig that was not to be served up .
`` Now you all go and coast , while XXXXX and I set the table and get out the best chiny , '' said Tilly , bent on having her dinner look well , no matter what its other failings might be .
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