One day Mother said, “I want a cherry pie and I haven’t time to make it today.”
“Let me make it,” said Bobby.
“Let me make it,” said Betty.
“We won’t make a pie today,” said Mother. “We will buy one. You may go to the baker’s shop and buy a cherry pie.”
“Good!” said Betty.
“Come on,” said Bobby.
“Wait,” said Mother. “You cannot buy a pie without money.”
“That’s so,” said Bobby. “I forgot the money. I was going to be like Simple Simon.”
“Simple Simon couldn’t buy a pie,” said Betty. “He didn’t have a penny.”
“Can we buy a pie for a penny, Mother?” asked Bobby.
“Oh, no, Bobby. Pies cost more than they did when Simple Simon lived.”
“How much does a cherry pie cost, Mother?” asked Betty.
“Twenty cents,” answered Mother.
“Twenty cents!” cried Bobby.
“Yes,” said Mother. “Here are two dimes. Bobby, you may carry the money this time.”
“Thank you, Mother,” said Bobby. “Come, Betty, let’s go.”