“I knew I was intended for some wonderful event. Mr. Cinnamon Stick, you said this pie was for the Christmas dinner to-morrow. Is it for an ornament or a decoration of some sort?”
“Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!” sang the chorus, “you will soon learn when to-morrow comes what you will decorate.”
“Why?” asked the Brownie, in alarm. “What will happen? What will they do with this pie?”
“Oh!” laughed Cinnamon Stick, “it’s hard to tell; they might do any one of a number of things.
“It might be suspended on chains from the chandelier, and swing to the tune of an orchestra.
“They might start it rolling across the hardwood floor down that large hall, and wager whether it would fall upside down or downside up.
“There are many things that might be done with it, but what’s the use of worrying about to-morrow. We still have much of the night to pass away.
“Here! what’s this rolling across the floor?”