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Show '- i " I The Wise Pumpkin ji I j, i v w v X- v -- -k- .- - -v ---- v v v v v v v v v v 8 : I.M LEFT alone," the pumpkin Bald, the other ones are gone. Shall I let co and roll away, or juMt keep growing; onf" otefp prroTrlng on," said Mother Vine, "the pumpkin who Im wise flope nlwayn to be bts enough to make a lot of plea." Tie pumpkin kept on welllnsr until fold en ball. HI meet and ripe and Arm, he lay, the blffset of them all. Hi then with shoots of lnnphter soy the children claimed the prize iad bore him home, much marveling upon his mammoth size. Bat great bts disappointment Krcw when to tbe cellar deep J Down In the dark they carried him and left him there to sleep. "Well," said the pumpkin, "this tm queer, there must be some mistake. It's very dark and grloomy, and thera are no pies to make." He bolstered up his spirits, though, by thoughts of Mother Vine, And kept his coat nil free from specks, his iuulde sweet and fine. And when Thanksgiving; day drew near he had a glad surprise. He crowned the fenst and made at least two dozen golden pies. Grace Strlcklcr Dawson. |