Why , it is so nice to think of it . I expected my Thanksgiving Day to be lonely and sad -- not a bit Thanksgivingy . '' `` We shall expect you then , '' said Frances , with a cordial little hand-squeeze . `` Come early in the morning , and we will have a real friendly , pleasant day . '' That night Frances said to her mother and sister , `` You never saw such a transfigured face as Miss Price 's when I asked her up . She looked positively pretty -- such a lovely pink came out on her cheeks and her eyes shone like stars . She reminded me so much of somebody I 've seen , but I ca n't think who it is . I 'm so glad we 've asked her here for Thanksgiving ! '' * * * * * Thanksgiving came , as bright and beautiful as a day could be , and the Allens ' guests came with it . Bertha Price was among them , paler and shyer than ever . Ernest Allen and his friend , Maxwell Seeley , came out from town on the morning train . After all the necessary introductions had been made , Frances flew to the kitchen . `` I 've found out who it is Miss Price reminds me of , '' she said , as she bustled about the range . `` It 's Max Seeley . You need n't laugh , Al. . It 's a fact . I noticed it the minute I introduced them . He 's plump and prosperous and she 's pinched and pale , but there 's a resemblance nevertheless . Look for yourself and see if it is n't so . '' Back in the big , cheery parlour the Thanksgiving guests were amusing themselves in various ways .
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