Chapter 26
Thanksgiving, 1896
We know what we are, but know not what we may be.
IV, v.
President Langdon arranged for a traditional Thanksgiving feast at Sycamore House. The few students who couldn’t travel because of distance or finances were invited, along with any faculty members and their guests who wished to attend.
Concordia had extended the olive branch to her mother, inviting her to the college feast as well. In her opinion, such an occasion should be shared with many. It was certainly preferable to just she and her mother staring at each other over the enormous bowl of yams that the housekeeper insisted upon preparing each year. The gaiety of a larger group setting might smooth any lingering awkwardness between them after their argument a few weeks ago.
At first, Concordia t
