"Oh, I don't see how you ever did it," declared Jerry. "I had a garden once and most everything died but the weeds."
"Well, my dear, wasn't that just too bad? Perhaps you forgot to water the plants. It's a bit of care every day that brings them along," and she patted Jerry's rosy cheeks.
"I guess the poor things starved to death," thought Jerry as she joined the others, "for I'm sure I often forgot them."
"What an enormous pumpkin, Uncle Billy. Do you think it's real?" asked Beth, as they stopped before a large display of them.
"Yes, of course it's real," he assured her, "and just think of all the good pies it will make."
"I wonder if Cinderella's chariot was as big a pumpkin as that," mused Mary.
"What are those funny looking poles over there, with cross pieces at the top?" Jerry exclaimed, "there's a boy trying to climb up one of them."
"Let's go over and see," suggested one of the others, so they made their way over and joined the crowd about the two poles and were soon watching the boys who tried to climb up to secure the presents hanging from the cross pieces.
"I believe they are greased to be slippery like the pigs were," remarked Mary.
"They are," Uncle Billy replied, "it's a game brought over from France."