Marvelous dinner.

He even shook my hand.

Well, I learned him to shake hands.

I don't want to shake his hand.

Uncle Jed, Granny, Ellie, me, Mr. Drysdale, Mrs. Drysdale, Miss Jane.

I'll just take him out the sack and he can shake hands with you.

I just can't do that to a critter that keeps wanting to shake my hand.

Outside of a politician, I ain't never seen any critter so all-fired anxious to shake a man's hand.

I don't usually refuse a hand offered in friendship, but in this case, I just got a feeling it wouldn't be lasting.

You see, Mr. and Mrs. Drysdale are posing as Governor and Mrs. Bradford in a recreation of the first Thanksgiving some 342 years ago, when the old Gonquins, Quanto and Massasoit befriended the beleaguered Pilgrims and so made it possible to perpetuate the Plymouth Colony and bring them to be what is now one of the most important holidays in the American calendar.