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Will the men no interfere?" "Marion Webster," said the stranger, as if unconscious of the fear he was producing, "did I not, sweet queen, dance a jolly fandango with thee, last Halloween, to the rondeau of love "'Return the hamewart airt agane, And byde quhair thou wast wont to be Thou art ane fule to suffer paine, For love of her that loves not thee.
He had fine taste in matters of high import; he drew the boundary line between the terrible and the horrible, and he never passed it; the former he knew was allied to grandeur, the latter to deformity and disgust. An eminent metaphysician visited the gallery before the public exhibition; he saw the Hamlet's Ghost of Fuseli, and exclaimed, like Burns' rustic in Halloween, "Lord, preserve me!"
"Was that ar young possum she spoke of the one yo' dawg Bess treed day befo' yesterday, William?" inquired Jim Halloween, whose hopes were centred upon the reward of his labours. "Naw! that was an old un," replied William. "But thar never was a better possum dawg than that Bess of ours. I declar, she's got so much sense that she'll tree anything that grins at her, whether it's nigger or possum.
"How nicely we could keep Halloween," said Ruth, "round this great open chimney! What a row of nuts we could burn!" "So we will," said Rosamond. "We'll ask the girls. Mayn't we, mother?" "To tea?" "No. Only to the fun, and some supper. We can have that all ready in the other room." "They'll see the cooking-stove." "They won't know it, when they do," said Barbara.
"Thar goes a woman in a thousand," observed old Adam, edging nearer the bin. "In a million let's make it a million," urged Solomon Hatch. "If they were all like that the world would be different, Mr. Doolittle," remarked Jim Halloween. "Ah, yes, it would be different," agreed old Adam, and he sighed again. "Thar'd be strict walkin' among us, I reckon," said his son.
In our younger days my brother Sam and I kept various festivals: we burnt nuts, ducked for apples, and observed many other of the ceremonies of Halloween, so well described by Burns, and we always sat up to hail the new year on New Year's Eve.
"He'll mend it. They're like that, all of them." "But Mr. Mullen? Ain't he different now, bein' a parson?" "No, he's just the same, and besides he'd always think he'd stooped to marry me." "Then take Jim Halloween. With three good able-bodied lovers at yo' beck an' call, it's a downright shame to die an old maid just from pure contrariness.
For, sure enough, pricking through the round of her soft, pink cheeks, were a pair of tiny hollows. Halloween fell on Saturday that year. That made Friday a very busy time for Maida and the other members of the W.M.N.T. In the afternoon, they all worked like beavers making jack-o’-lanterns of the dozen pumpkins that Granny had ordered. Maida and Rosie and Dicky hollowed and scraped them.
Thursday afternoon at school, as he chanted a silent refrain, "Day after tomorrow's Halloween, day after tomorrow's Halloween," the boy in the seat just behind tapped him stealthily on the shoulder and passed over a bit of folded paper. He glanced up at Miss Brown.
The practice of charms, or what is popularly called "trying projects," is still, to some extent, continued in New England. The inimitable description which Burns gives of similar practices in his Halloween may not in all respects apply to these domestic conjurations; but the following needs only the substitution of apple-seeds for nuts:
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