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Then he wiggled about, making the pumpkin move and roll over the stoop as if it were alive. "Oh, what a funny little dog!" cried Mab, as she cuddled him up in her arms, when she took him from the pumpkin. "He's a regular Hallowe'en dog!" laughed Hal. That night Mr. Jack-of-the-lantern looked very funny as he grinned at Hal, Mab and the other Hallowe'en frolic-makers who passed the Blake stoop.
These Daddy Blake let Hal and Mab pick, and they brought them in the house. "Oh, we shall have some of our own tomatoes for lunch!" cried Mother Blake when she saw them. "How fine! Our garden is beginning to give us back something to pay us for all the work we put on it." "But these are Daddy's tomatoes," said Hal.
"Well, let me think a minute, and I'll see if I can make it simple enough so you can understand," said Daddy Blake. Those of you who have read the other "Daddy" books know how many things Mr. Blake told his children, and what good times Hal and Mab had with him. He was always taking them somewhere, and often one or the other of the children would call out: "Oh, Daddy is going to take us walking!"
"Oh, yes'm, they're very fresh!" answered Hal. "Daddy and us just picked 'em from our garden." "We have more than we can eat, and mother hasn't time to can the tomatoes," explained Mab, for their father had left them alone, to say and do as they thought best. "They certainly look nice," went on the first lady, "And how well the children have arranged them." "Like a picture," added the other.
I've got nothing to look forward to. But I don't care. When I'm older I'll cut the whole show, and go away and enlist. Any road, I won't stay longer than I can help at Padbury." Queen Mab smiled, and went on cutting out the covering for an apple-tart. "I know you like soldiers," she said; "well, listen to this.
The little fat pony, the low basket-carriage, Jakes the gardener driving, and last and best of all Queen Mab herself, arrived at the time appointed; but only one of her nephews was waiting at the rendezvous. "Why, where's Jack?" "He got into a scrape this morning, and is kept in. What's more, he says it's my fault, and we've had a row about it. I don't think we ever shall be friends, aunt."
From a small satchel, in which he had put the things for fishing, Mr. Blake took several pieces of wire. On the ends were some bits of red cloth, and also, on each wire, a little brass bell, that went "tinkle-tinkle." "Oh, they are really bells!" cried Mab, as she heard them jingle. "Of course they are" said her father. "Now I'll tell you what we'll do.
George and Mab sprang apart with alacrity, and each wondered, while admiring the cathedral opposite, if Miss Whichello or Cargrim had heard the sound of that stolen kiss. Apparently the dear, unsuspecting old Jenny Wren had not, for she hopped up to the pair in her bird-like fashion, and took George's arm.
May was waked from a doze by a very deferential 'I beg your pardon, sir, and a sudden tweak, which abstracted a silver thread from his head; and Mab showed somewhat greater displeasure at a similar act of plunder upon her white chemisette. But the spying was followed by a sigh; and, in dumb show, Ethel was made to perceive that the Vintry hair had more affinity with the canine than the human.
"Now, Hans," said Mab, with what was really a sister's tenderness cunningly disguised, "you are not going to walk home with Mirah. I am sure she would rather not. You are so dreadfully disagreeable to-day." "I shall go to take care of her, if she does not forbid me," said Hans, opening the door.
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