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"Oh, wouldn't this make a dandy jack-o'-lantern!" cried Freddie, as he crawled under a railing around a platform, on which were many large vegetables. "Look what a big pumpkin!" "Freddie, you mustn't go in there," called his mother. "Come out. Don't touch that big pumpkin." But it was too late! Freddie was already on the wooden platform, and he was rolling the pumpkin.
Why, it will gleam through the holes, and make thee look like a jack-o'-lantern!" "To think!" ejaculated the Lord de Vere, rather to himself than his companions, the best of whom he held utterly unworthy of his intercourse "to think that a fellow in a tattered cloak should talk of conveying the Great Carbuncle to a garret in Grub Street!
"Aunt Sarah, dear," she said, plumping Jack-o'-lantern down on the grass as she pulled his dress over his feet and smoothed his hair becomingly, "will you please not say a word till I get through as it's very important you should know everything before you answer yes or no? This is a baby named Jacky Winslow, and I think he looks like a Jack-o'-lantern.
"It is nothing very terrible," answered Bill Windy, who overheard him. "We might easily box up that fellow, if it were worth while to go aloft and catch him." "Let no one make the attempt," said the captain. "I must not have you, Mr Windy, or the men, risk your lives to catch a jack-o'-lantern.
The moon came up into a pretty cloudless sky, and she was bright, but not bright enough to out-shine the enlightened flight of the ocean, which that night was one continuous swamp of Jack-o'-lantern phosphorescence, a wild but faint luminosity mingled with stars and flashes of brilliance, the whole trooping unanimously eastward, as if in haste with elfin momentous purpose, a boundless congregation, in the sweep of a strong oceanic current.
And I want you to make a funny sign-board to flap from a pole, the way they did in 'Rudder Grange. If you could make a wooden Jack-o'-Lantern, we could have a candle inside it at night, and then the sign would be just like the house. We can get the paint and things down in the village. Won't it be cute? We're farmers, now, so we'll have to pretend we like it."
Which, after all, was more or less true. Uncle Ebeneezer's Diary Harlan had taken his work upstairs, that the ceaseless clatter of the typewriter might not add to the confusion which normally prevailed in the Jack-o'-Lantern. Thus it happened that Dorothy was able to begin her long-cherished project of dusting, rearranging, and cataloguing the books.
One of them embroidered a simple design upon a burlap curtain while the other read aloud, and together they planned a shapely remodelling of the Jack-o'-Lantern. Fortunately, the woodwork was plain, and the ceilings not too high. "I think," said Elaine, "that the big living room with the casement windows will be perfectly beautiful.
"Let me go!" she shrieked, in English. With one desperate wrench she broke away, and by the light of the grinning jack-o'-lantern saw who was her captor. She was face to face with Monsieur Ciseaux. "What does this mean?" he asked, severely. "Why do you come masquerading here to frighten my servants in this manner?" For an instant Joyce stood speechless. Her boasted courage had forsaken her.
They left the conveyance in the village, from whence it had been taken, and walked uphill. Lights gleamed from every window of the Jack-o'-Lantern, but the eccentric face of the house had, for the first time, a friendly aspect. Warmth and cheer were in the blinking eyes and the grinning mouth, though, as Dick said, it seemed impossible that "no pumpkin seeds were left inside."
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