"Bob, that jack-o'-lantern reminds me that we have a piece of work laid out for you--making the jack-o'-lanterns for a Hallowe'en party we have planned. Will you do it?"
"Will I?" said Bob. "Indeed I will! I haven't made one for years and years! Not since I was a boy!"
"Years and years and years and years!" said Ruth, laughing. "Well, this party is in honor of Harry, so you mustn't tell him anything about it--not even that we're giving it. And Bob, I believe Fred would help make the jack-o'-lanterns."
"See here, Ruth," said Bob, "you want Fred to get half the credit for the artistic job I'm going to do. Well, for your sake, I may let him help a little, but I'm bossing the work, I can tell you. Why, I'm particular."
Breaded Lamb Chops Baked Potatoes Creamed Peas Sliced Tomatoes Salad Dressing Steamed Date Pudding Lemon Sauce Coffee
4 chops 1 egg-yolk 1 T-water 1/2 C-bread crumbs 1/2 t-salt 1 T-butter
Wash and look over the chops carefully to remove any particles of bone. Beat the egg yolk and water. Dip each chop into the egg mixture, and then roll in the crumbs, to which the salt has been added. Place in a buttered pan, dot well with butter, and bake twenty-five minutes in a hot oven.
2/3 C-soft, fresh bread crumbs 2/3 C-flour 2 t-baking powder 2/3 C-fine chopped suet 2/3 C-sugar 1 egg 2/3 C-dates, chopped fine 1/2 t-salt 1 t-vanilla 2/3 C-milk
Mix all the ingredients in the order given. Stir well for two minutes, and place in a buttered mould. Steam two hours on the stove or in the fireless cooker. Serve hot with lemon sauce.
1/2 C-sugar 1 T-flour 1 C-water 2 T-lemon juice 1/8 t-salt 1 t-butter
Mix well the flour, sugar and salt, add the water and cook for one minute. Add the lemon juice and butter. Beat vigorously, and serve with the date pudding.
"Come, on mystic Hallowe'en, Let us seek the dreadful scene, Where the witches, imps and devils, Elves and ghosts will hold their revels! 1107 Carberry Avenue. Seven o'clock."
THIS was the invitation received by Harry, Alice, Fred and even Bob, who had an inkling of what was about to happen, inasmuch as 1107 Carberry Avenue happened to be his own address. At seven o'clock that evening Bob was nowhere to be found. However, when four horribly disguised figures were ushered into the house, the witch who pointed the way up the stairs seemed satisfied. A few minutes later, the ghosts and demons having removed such garments as were needed only in the outer air, assembled in the weirdly lighted living-room. All of the electric lights were covered with yellow crêpe paper shades, with faces cut in them. Jack-o'-lanterns stood in every conceivable place, and a fire burned brightly in the open fireplace.