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They 's only Eppleby , an ' he wo n't be home Thanksg ` vin this year . So I ai n't nothin ' else to do . '' `` That 's the _ i _ - dee , '' said Calliope , heartily ; `` if everything 's foolish , it 's just as foolish doin ' nothin ' as doin ' somethin' . Will you bring over a kettleful o ' boiled potatoes to my house Thanksgivin ' noon ? An ' mash 'em an ' whip 'em in my kitchen ? I 'll hev the milk to put in . You -- you do n't cook as much as some , do you , Mame ? ''