Three Thanksgiving Kisses

I do assure you, madam, he urged, it is all a mistake. I am not an invited guest. I was merely calling on a little matter of business, when– and there he stopped. George exploded into a hearty, uncontrollable laugh; while Elsie, in the darkness, shook her little fist at the stranger, who hastened to add, Please let me bid you good-evening, I have not the slightest claim on your hospitality.