"I should never know the place, I must say," remarked Aunt Stanshy, as her
eyes swept the spot. There were several so-called "tables," such as an old
window-blind and a disused shelf propped up by various supports like boxes
and barrels. These tables were covered with pieces of the old curtain, now
doing service for the last time.

"Here is the confectionery table," shouted Juggie. There were now on the
table three pieces of molasses candy made by his grandmother. He had had
twelve to start with, and, as he had sold none, the disposition of the
missing nine pieces was a matter of grave suspicion.

"Here's the toy table!" called out Charlie. He had a few paper dolls and a
few "hand-painted" shells, the decorator being Sid, and prominent on the
table was the cotton image of that friend of the club, Santa Claus.

"Buy a corner-copier stuffed wid candy!" shouted Juggie, holding up a
brown paper tunnel into which he was about dropping a solitary piece of
candy.

The governor had the "harvest table," which was groaning under the weight
of three pears and two papers of seed.

"What's this?" asked Aunt Stanshy, stopping before a discarded
mantel-piece resting on a rabbit-box and a coal-hod. On this "table" were
autumn leaves, sprigs of hemlock, a few ferns, and one chrysanthemum
blossom.

"Thith?" replied Pip, who, like all the others, had put on a "Sunday
smile" to attract customers. "Thith ith a flower table. Will you buy a