When the pumpkins blow, I will invite all the rest and leave out Pix.

I will serve him as he once did you, Wohlfart, and revenge the wrongs of each." "Very good," said Anton.

"But suppose that, as I owe some civility to our colleagues, we unite in giving a party in your room ?" "That is indeed kind of you, Wohlfart," cried Specht, joyously.
"And we will not wait till the pumpkins have grown up; we will bring in a little green in the mean while." "Very good; fir-trees, perhaps." "Leave it to me," continued Anton; "and, after all, we won't exclude Pix, but invite him with the rest.

That is a much better revenge, and worthy of your good heart." "You think so ?" inquired Specht, doubtfully.
"I am sure of it.

I propose next Sunday evening; and will send out the invitations in our joint names." "In writing," cried Specht, in ecstasy, "on pink paper." "The very thing." The clerks were not a little amazed the following morning at receiving smart-looking notes, laid by Mr.Specht himself, early in the morning, upon the desk of each, inviting them to see the pumpkins flower in his apartment.