MOSES GOES TO A CANDY PARTY.

“No, I won’t!” said Moses. He felt pretty cross, for he did hate to have his hair cut.

“Well, then,” said his grandma, “you can’t go to the candy party.”

Moses thought a few moments, and then he jumped up and said, “Well, grandma, cut it, then.”

Now grandma wasn’t much of a barber. She was apt to cut his hair so it hung in scallops. But this time she wanted to cut it very even, as Moses was going to a party. So she brought out an old wooden bowl that just fitted his head.

MOSES HAS HIS HAIR CUT.

Then she cut his hair straight to the edge of the bowl, and when she took the bowl off, there it was beautifully even, and banged right down over his forehead!

Then he put on the trousers and jacket grandma herself had made, and his new shoes, and a blue bow where his collar met, and went off to the party. It was Sally Poole’s party and Sally was one of Moses’ playmates.

They boiled molasses in a kettle over a fire in the big kitchen fireplace; then they poured it into buttered pans and set them out in the snow for the candy to cool. It was great fun pulling it, and when Moses went home, Sally gave him two sticks and a big braided piece.

“And I think, Moses,” she said, “your hair is banged beautiful.”