Fairy Lamp.

Of course, the insides of Ole Man Pumpkin wouldn't taste quite right
as they were, so Mother broke some eggs over them, adding some milk
and a pinch of spice for seasoning, and the delicious mess was stirred
till all was thoroughly mixed.

Soon it was ready, a fine filling for pies and pans or little boys or
kings, for that matter, and she scraped it into the pans until the
white crust was covered up, all but the fluted edges. Then into the
oven went the pies, on the top shelf, and the door was closed to keep
the heat in.

Meanwhile the children had been so busy watching Mother and those
pies; and their mouths had watered so as they watched, that they
hadn't noticed the Toyman at all--until they heard him say,--

"Good mornin', Jack!"

Jack Who? Not Jack Holmes or Jack Frost--no, it was someone much
handsomer, although he had a hole in the top of his head, a fat face,
big round eyes, a large flat nose, and a wide, wide mouth with lots of
square teeth in it.

"Mr. Jehosophat Green," said the Toyman very politely, "let me make
you acquainted with Jack, or, as he is sometimes called, 'Ole Man
Pumpkin.'"

Jehosophat bowed low.