crow at their fingers and toes. To be sure, when the grown-ups bite into the deep rich pumpkin pie they can do nothing either but gurgle and smack their lips.
So it was that the inside of the Pumpkin did its part and made a feast and came to glory.
But what of the outside? You shall hear. It happened that very night.
The outside fell into the hands of a boy who could work surprising changes in things. He worked one in the outside of the Pumpkin. Some Dwarf Roots say he turned it into a Jack-o'-lantern, and some say into a goblin. Anyway, there it was that night, stuck in the farmer's hitching-post and changed most surprisingly. It had a head that glowed like fire in the darkness, and big round eyes that winked and blinked every time the wind blew, and a mouth that grinned from ear to ear when the big boys and girls made the little ones run past it. The little ones would steal up softly, and just when they were near the fiery head the big ones would cry out, "Look out, little uns, the goblin'll get cher"; and the little ones would dash past, laughing and shrieking.
So it was that the outside of the Pumpkin did its part and played high jinks with the children. Great fun it was; and it kept up until the farmer called out, "Time for bed, boys and girls."
Just as he said this the wind put the fire out of the Pumpkin's head and blew him off the hitching post.
