The great flower-pots were filled with gay nosegays, a red lamp hung down from the centre, and on the rustic table was placed a large pumpkin.

Anton would make the quartette sit in the arbor, and grouped the others around the room, the bed having been arranged with bolsters and cushions so as to look like a second sofa.
When they were all settled, Specht approached the great pumpkin, and solemnly exclaimed, "You have long plagued me about pumpkins; here is my revenge." He took hold of the short stalk, and lifted away the other half.

It was hollow.

A bowl of punch stood within.

The clerks laughed, and cried "Bravo!" while Specht filled the glasses.
Nevertheless, at first, there was a certain degree of estrangement visible between the host and his guests.