But by and by they all agreed
Their pumpkin now was ripe indeed.
And on the next bright Saturday,
’Twas warm, and fine for work or play,
They harnessed Towser to the cart
And for the garden-lot did start.
The pumpkin loaded they with skill,
While Helen held old Towser still.
XI
Behold the pumpkin borne in state
Adown the field and toward the gate,
With Helen perched upon its crest,
And Towser doing quite his best!
No queen upon a gilded throne
More royally than Helen shone;
No steed more proud than Towser bore
A princess to the palace door.
The cart wheels rumbled o’er the road,
And creaked beneath their heavy load.
The boys cried loudly, “Here we come!
We’re going to haul our pumpkin home!”
