aunt calling them.

"Maybe she has some lollypops," said Hal.

"Let's go see," cried Mab.

"Here is something you may have for Hallowe'en which comes to-morrow
night," said Aunt Lolly, and she pointed to a large pumpkin. "There'll be
enough without this," she went on, "and I promised you one for a
Jack-O'Lantern."

"Oh, won't it be fun to make one!" cried Hal.

Aunt Lolly showed them how to cut the top off the big pumpkin, leaving
part of the vine for a handle, so that it could be lifted off and put on
like a lid. Then the pumpkin was scooped out from the inside, so that
eyes, a nose and mouth could be cut through the shell.

"To-morrow night you can put a lighted candle inside, and set it on the
front porch for Hallowe'en," said Aunt Lolly, when the pumpkin lantern was
finished.

The afternoon of Hallowe'en Hal and Mab, who were helping Daddy Blake rake
up some of the dead vines in the garden, heard Sammie Porter crying on
their front stoop.

"What's the matter?" asked Hal, running around the corner of the house.

"Oh-o-o-o-o!" cried Sammie. "Look at the pumpkin face!" and he pointed to
the Jack-O'lantern into which the candle had not yet been put. "It's
alive!" cried Sammie. "Look, it's rollin'!"

And so the scooped-out pumpkin was moving! It was rolling to and fro on
the porch and, for a moment, Hal and Mab did not know what to think. Then,
all of a sudden, they heard a noise like:

"Bow-wow! Ki-yi!"

"Oh, it's Roly-Poly!" exclaimed Mab.

"He's in the pumpkin," shouted Hal.

And so the little poodle dog was. He had crawled inside the big, hollowed
lantern, while the lid was off, and had gone to sleep inside. Then Aunt
Lolly, as she said afterward, came out, and, seeing the top off the
pumpkin-face, had put it on, for fear it might get lost. Thus, not knowing
it, she had shut Roly-Poly up inside the Jack-O'lantern and he had slept
there until he felt hungry and awakened. Then he wiggled about, making the
pumpkin move and roll over the stoop as if it were alive.

"Oh, what a funny little dog!" cried Mab, as she cuddled him up in her
arms, when she took him from the pumpkin.

"He's a regular Hallowe'en dog!" laughed Hal.

That night Mr. Jack-of-the-lantern looked very funny as he grinned at Hal,
Mab and the other Hallowe'en frolic-makers who passed the Blake stoop. The
candle inside him blazed brightly, shining through his eyes, nose and
through his mouth with the pumpkin-teeth.

"A garden makes f