NOVEMBER 23, 1861

The day after the Thanksgiving feast, Jemima, Brianna and Ana talked about nothing but the dinner and the horse show.

“Those were very pretty horses. Maybe someday I’ll have one just like ‘em. And the supper was really good. I'm going to cook like that when I'm older." Jemima said as she climbed into bed. "How about you Ana?"

Ana thought for a minute then shrugged her shoulders as she climbed into her bed. "I hope so."

"Night girls." Destiny called out as she walked by their room.

"Night mama." Jemima called back as Ana blew out the lamp.