The next morning there was a funny sight in the dressing-room.
Under each hook was a pumpkin.
There were big ones, little ones, fat ones, long ones, short ones, yellow ones, and green ones.
In fact, no two pumpkins were alike, except of course, Jack's and Jill's.
"It will never do for us to have ours different," said Jill.
So they hunted a long time to find two that were just alike.
Tommy tried very hard to think of his arithmetic and geography and spelling that morning.
But he couldn't help thinking of his pumpkin, which was waiting to be made into a Jack-o'-lantern.
At last it was noon.
I am afraid the children did not care what they had for dinner that noon, and they ate very fast.