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Mrs. Lancaster and Virginia were to go to a funeral , and dwelt with a sort of melancholy pleasure upon the sad paradox of such an event on such a day . Mary Lou felt a little guilty about not attending the funeral , but she was responsible for the roasting of three great turkeys to-day , and could not be spared . Mrs. Lancaster had stuffed the fowls the night before . `` I 'll roast the big one from two o'clock on , '' said Mary Lou , `` and give the little ones turn and turn about . The oven wo n't hold more than two . '' `` I 'll be home in time to make the pudding sauce , '' her mother said , `` but open it early , dear , so that it wo n't taste tinny . Poor Hardings !