We had ten minutes to transfer turkey and turnips to Aunt Susanna 's dishes , hide our own , air the kitchen , and get back our breath . We accomplished it . When Aunt Susanna and her guests came we were prepared for them : we were calm -- outwardly -- and the second mince pie was getting hot in the oven . It was ready by the time it was needed . Fortunately our turkey was the same size as Aunt Susanna 's , and Laura had cooked a double supply of turnips , intending to warm them up the next day . Still , all things considered , Kate and I did n't enjoy that dinner much . We kept thinking of poor Laura and Magsie at home , dining off potatoes on Thanksgiving ! But at least Aunt Susanna was satisfied . When Kate and I were washing the dishes she came out quite beamingly . `` Well , my dears , I must admit that you made a very good job of the dinner , indeed . The turkey was done to perfection . As for the mince pies -- well , of course Miranda Mary made them , but she must have had extra good luck with them , for they were excellent and heated to just the right degree . You did n't give anything to the McGinnis dog , I hope ? '' `` No , we did n't give him anything , '' said Kate . Aunt Susanna did not notice the emphasis . When we had finished the dishes we smuggled our platter and tureen out of the house and went home . Laura and Margaret were busy painting and studying and were just as sweet-tempered as if we had n't robbed them of their dinner . But we had to tell them the whole story before we even took off our hats . `` There is a special Providence for children and idiots , '' said Laura gently . We did n't ask her whether she meant us or Tony McGinnis or both .
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