Then,
all of a sudden, they heard a noise like:
"Bow-wow! Ki-yi!"
"Oh, it's Roly-Poly!" exclaimed Mab.
"He's in the pumpkin," shouted Hal.
And so the little poodle dog was. He had crawled inside the big, hollowed
lantern, while the lid was off, and had gone to sleep inside. Then Aunt
Lolly, as she said afterward, came out, and, seeing the top off the
pumpkin-face, had put it on, for fear it might get lost. Thus, not knowing
it, she had shut Roly-Poly up inside the Jack-O'lantern and he had slept
there until he felt hungry and awakened. 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. The
candle inside him blazed brightly, shining through his eyes, nose and
through his mouth with the pumpkin-teeth.
"A garden makes fun, and it makes good things to eat," said Hal.
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