“We’ll discuss him later,” Juliana promised, “when we sit down for lessons after breakfast.”
“I could recite,” Gracie offered. “I know all about Saint Nicholas.”
“Gracie,” Lincoln said.
“Well, I do, Papa. I’ve read Mr. Moore’s poem dozens of times.”
“We’ll have cornmeal mush,” Tom decided aloud. “Maybe some sausage.”
“What?” Lincoln asked.
“Breakfast,” Tom explained with a slight grin. Then he turned to Joseph. “You know how to use a separator, boy?”
Joseph nodded. “We had a milk cow out at the school,” he said. “For a while.”
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