author - "Margaret Sidney"

said Polly, decidedly. "I'd have two hundred,all in a row!""Two hundred candles!" echoed Joel, in amazement. "Mywhockety! what a lot!" "Don't say such dreadful words, Joel," put in Polly, nervously,stopping to pick up her spool of basting thread that was racingaway all by itself; "tisn't nice." "Tisn't worse than to wish you'd got things you haven't," retortedJoel. "I don't believe you'd light 'em all at once," he