[THE HANGING OF TEDDY.]
Halloween was sure to see a variety of pranks played in Scottsville. It was a fortunate front fence which had its own gate the next morning. All of which shows that there were boys in Scottsville.
"Well, gates are good enough if you can't do any better," said Teddy, on the afternoon of a last day in October, "but I'm getting tired of them."
"What about signs, then?" asked Joe.
"Signs are all right—genuine signs up on buildings—not these pasteboard cards saying 'To Rent,' and sewing-machine boards nailed on fences, and such stuff."
"You don't think you could get a big store sign down, do you?" asked Fred.
"Yes, I do."
"Whose?"
"Oh, a lot of 'em. Mr. Parks's would be an easy one."
"But it's up over the door, and runs clear across the front of the building!" protested Joe. "And it's fastened up with irons!"