Book Excerpt: ...said Polly, decidedly. "I'd have two hundred, all in a row ""Two hundred candles " echoed Joel, in amazement. "My whockety 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 racing away all by itself; "tisn't nice.""Tisn't worse than to wish you'd got things you haven't," retorted Joel. "I don't believe you'd light 'em all at once," he added, incredulously."Yes,...