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127 pages, Hardcover
First published October 6, 1975
"Mr. McFadden, would you give us each a turnip?"Tablet is homemade fudge.
"What on airth would ye be da'en wi' a neep?"
"I think you know," said Selina. "You know it's Hallowe'en."
"Hallowe'en," echoed Tim. His eyes were bright as he thought of it.
"Never heard of it," said Mr. McFadden.
"You have," Selina was unperturbed. "There's no one in Scotland who hasn't and you know what we do with the turnips." Tim could not be expected to know. "Because he hasn't been here," said Selina. "We hollow them out," she told Tim. "Hollow and scoop them out--that's hard work; then we cut holes for eyes and a mouth, little ones for nostrils if we can. Some people give them paper teeth and red rag tongue. On Hallowe'en night we put a lit candle in them or a night light and carry them as a lantern or put them on gateposts. They look horrible," said Selina with a shudder of pleasure, and she told Mr. McFadden. "I'm sure you did that when you were a boy."
"Certainly not. Neeps were for eating not nonsense."
"It isn't nonsense; they frighten witches and ghosts away."
"And spunkies," said Tim. "Didn't you dress up like Selina says," he asked Mr. McFadden, "dress up as a witch or a ghost or a cat, something frightening? Selina says when it's dark we'll go round to people's houses and they have to let you in--even me," said Tim. "Then we sing a song or ask a riddle. Selina's going to teach me one day and I'll get nuts and tablet," Tim said that reverently.