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The rest of us 'll get the dinner in your kitchen Thanksgivin ' mornin ' . My ! '' she said , `` seems though life 's smoothin ' out fer me a ` ready . Good-by -- it 's ` most noon . '' She hurried up Daphne Street in the snow , and I turned toward my lonely house . But I remember that I was planning how I would make my table pretty , and how I would add a delicacy or two from the City for this strange holiday feast . And I found myself hurrying to look over certain long-disused linen and silver , and to see whether my Cloth-o ' - Gold rose might be counted on to bloom by Thursday noon .