Then the fun began, for Mrs. Adams had studied to find all the
amusing tricks, whether they belonged to Hallowe'en or not. She
was the gayest of the gay, entering into all the frolic, and doing
her best to make Aunt Jane unbend and have a share in the games.
But there must be a skeleton at every feast, and Miss Roberts
played the part to perfection, sitting back against the wall, and
only smiling indulgently, now and then, as the room rang with the
shouts of the young people. It all started with a tub and a plate
of apples which mysteriously appeared in the dining-room, and soon
they were all in a kneeling circle around the tub, bobbing for the
apples, that took a malicious delight in ducking under the water
and rolling away, just as the white teeth were ready to seize the
stem. The captured apples were only just pared and the seeds
counted, when Mrs. Adams called them away to try their fate on one
single apple which hung by a string from the top of the room.

"It is an unfailing test," she said. "If you can take a bite out
of this apple without touching it, except with your teeth, you
will live to get married. Otherwise, you will die an old maid."

Now, it sounds like a very easy matter to bite an apple; but when
it is free to swing this way and that as you touch it, the success
is not so sure. Alan first chased the apple up and down, gnashed
his teeth and retired. Next Florence took her turn, with no better
success. Jessie, too, failed to get a taste, even of the skin.
Then Jean advanced to the charge.

"Now watch," she said, laughing. "I'm going at this on scientific
principles. See here!"