Jehosophat, who had just arrived; and Mr. Stuckup the Turkey, as usual
looking very grand and proud; and the Hippity-hop Bunnies, wiggling
their noses in their funny way; and Johnny Cottontail, their little
wild cousin, making his nose go, too. And there was Reddy Fox, with
one forepaw raised and his eyes as bright as beads; and a whole squad
of corn-soldiers with yellow tassels and green banners and tall
spears. My! but they looked bright and gay once more! And there were
lots of funny little folk besides,--three bright rosy-cheeked Apples,
talking and laughing and chattering away just like real people, and
two Pie-pans, only they didn't look flat and dull as when they were in
the kitchen, but had shiny intelligent faces, and they were chattering
away, too.

Mr. Scarecrow was making a speech to them in such a ridiculous
fashion. His arms stood out stiff and straight from the shoulder, but
he made queer floppy gestures with his wrists.

"I'm a Red," he was saying, "and I call upon you to rise upon the
cap'talists, who feed on your flesh and bones."

Jehosophat shuddered, for he thought he knew what was in Mr.
Scarecrow's mind. That very day in school they had had "Currantyvents,"
and Miss Prue Parsons had told them a lot about Reds, and Annarkisseds,
and Revolushions they wanted to start all over the world. Horrible,
shivery things they were that she had told them!

"Revolt--rebel. Rebel--revolt!" Old Mr. Scarecrow shouted, flapping
his wrists and swinging in the wind.

"Hear, hear!" cried the Little Red Apples;