"And the rabbit fer a turkey," added a friend.

"Well, by jinks! you'll git the lemon-pie all right, if you don't git
nuthin' else," declared little Keno.

"If only I can plan it out I'll fetch the tree," said Jim. "I'd like
to do that for the little boy."

"Jim's an awful clever ole cuss," said Field, trusting to work some
benefit by a judicious application of flattery. "It ain't every man
which knows the kind of a tree to chop. Not all trees is
Christmas-trees. But ole Jim is a clever ole duck, you bet."

"Wal," drawled Jim, "I never suspect my own intelligence till a man
begins to tell me I'm a clever old duck. Still, I reckon I ain't
over-likely to cut no cherry-trees over to the Pinyon hills."

"The celebration's comin' to a head in bully style, that's the main
concern," said the teamster. "I s'pose we'd better begin to invite all
the boys?"

"If all of 'em come," suggested a listener, "that one jack-rabbit
settin' up playin' turkey will look awful sick."

"I'd hate to git left on the gravy," added the carpenter--"if there's
goin' to be any gravy."

"Aw, we'll have buckets of grub," said the smith. "We'll ask 'em all
to 'please bring refreshments,' same as they do in families where they