Thanksgiving Day."

"Hab you one for me?"

"Look for yourself, sir," said Felix, pulling out two or three billets
from the left pocket of his waistcoat, and presenting them to the
other. "You sociate with General Washington and all the great men, and
read writing, sure."

Primus took the billets into his hands, and ran his eye over the
superscriptions, with an air of the most perfect confidence, then,
shaking his head, returned them to Felix, observing:

"Dere is none here for me."

"Perhaps there is one for you in this pocket," continued Felix,
fumbling on the other side, and producing another billet. Primus
looked, but shook his head as before. "Have the extreme goodness,"
said Felix, who began to be considerably mystified by the serious air
of the other, and half-disposed to believe that he might have some
knowledge of the mystic characters, "to tell me who this little note
is intend for."

Primus knew very well the intimate relations existing between the
families of the Armstrongs and Bernards, and that the former
often took their Christmas dinner with the latter, while again the
Armstrongs reciprocated the civility by inviting the Bernards, who
were Episcopalians, to the feast of Thanksgiving. Moreover, he had met
Felix going in a direction towards the house of Mr. Bernard, which
was close by. Putting these circumstances together, the old soldier