Molasses sat down amid a round of applause.
“What a nice story! I wish some one would tell another,” murmured little Allspice, whose earnest blue eyes and clasped hands showed how she had loved the story.
“A splendid idea! The night is slowly passing; perhaps some of us may think up some interesting stories; incidents we have seen in our various home lands.
TALE OF THE VINEGAR KING
“Now let’s hear from the Vinegar King. We have had much sweet, perhaps we would like a little sour for a change.”
His Majesty was tall and thin, dressed in velvet knee breeches and fancy coat with silver trimmings. His cockade hat looked as though he really did belong to royalty, but so sour an expression did he wear you could tell at once that he stood for nothing sweet.
“Suddenly something startled the horse, and he ran away”