I am not stuffed, you will observe; my body is good solid hickory." "I adore stuffing," said the Patchwork Girl.
"Well, as for that, my head is stuffed with pumpkin-seeds," declared Jack.

"I use them for brains, and when they are fresh I am intellectual.

Just now, I regret to say, my seeds are rattling a bit, so I must soon get another head." "Oh; do you change your head ?" asked Ojo.
"To be sure.

Pumpkins are not permanent, more's the pity, and in time they spoil.

That is why I grow such a great field of pumpkins--that I may select a new head whenever necessary." "Who carves the faces on them ?" inquired the boy.
"I do that myself.