XVI
At last ’twas done, and Towser stood
Harnessed and vowing to be good.
They rolled it in, and to the door
The pumpkin now with joy they bore!
Yet Charlie held to Towser’s rein,
Lest he should chase a dog again.
But never horse more faithful proved
Than Towser to the lads he loved.
And mother met them at the door:
“I never saw the like before!”
Was what she said; and her surprise
Was better than a hundred pies!
XVII
Thanksgiving Day was drawing near
With memories of a happy year.
The children to the woodshed went
And to the axe their backs they bent,
In golden crescents cut their prize
To make it into pumpkin pies;
Yet saved the seeds to plant next spring,
That these might other pumpkins bring.