Chapter I: Part 1

BOBBY AND BETTY
WITH THE WORKERS

_By_
KATHARINE ELIZABETH DOPP
_Formerly Instructor and Lecturer in the Extension Division of the
University of Chicago_

_Illustrated by_
MARY SPOOR BRAND

RAND McNALLY & COMPANY
CHICAGO NEW YORK

_Copyright, 1923_
BY KATHARINE ELIZABETH DOPP
All rights reserved
Edition of 1928

Made in U. S. A.

THE CONTENTS

PAGE

THE MILKMAN 9

THE MILKMAN AND HIS HORSE 10

THE ICEMAN 13

MAKING APPLE PIES 17

MOTHER WANTS A CHERRY PIE 20

AT THE BAKER’S SHOP 24

GUESS WHAT IS IN MY POCKET 29

A TALK WITH FATHER AND MOTHER 33

COLLY-MOLLY-PUFF AND THE MUFFIN MAN 38

WHAT SHALL I BUY WITH MY PENNY? 45

FATHER TELLS A STORY 49

AT THE GROCERY STORE 54

THE GROCERY BOY COMES WITH THE GROCERIES 61

THE BANANA MAN 66

THE FRUIT AND VEGETABLE MAN 70

BOBBY AND BETTY GO TO THE MEAT MARKET 74

WHAT BOBBY AND BETTY FOUND IN THEIR BOOKS 80

BOBBY AND BETTY MAKE SHOES FOR DOLLY 84

BOBBY AND BETTY GO TO THE SHOEMAKER’S SHOP 88

PLAYING SHOEMAKER 93

BOBBY AND BETTY GO TO THE SHOE STORE 99

MOTHER AND BETTY GO TO THE DRESSMAKER’S SHOP 105

BOBBY GOES WITH FATHER TO THE TAILOR’S SHOP 109

NEW CLOTHES FOR BOBBY AND BETTY 113

WORK AND PLAY 119

THE SCISSORS-GRINDER 122

MOTHER BUYS BETTY A NEW HAT 125

FATHER BUYS BOBBY A NEW HAT 129

BOBBY LEARNS WHY MEN LIFT THEIR HATS 133

THE LAUNDRY MAN 137

AT THE BARBER’S SHOP 139

THE BROOM MAN 143

THE BALLOON MAN 148

BOBBY AND BETTY FOLLOW THE HAND-ORGAN MAN 152

WHY MOTHER ’PHONED TO THE POLICEMAN 158

THE POLICEMAN TAKES BOBBY AND BETTY HOME 161

MOTHER TALKS WITH BOBBY AND BETTY 165

THE NEWSBOY 170

THE POSTMAN 173

HOW BOBBY AND BETTY EARNED MONEY 177

WHAT BOBBY AND BETTY SOLD TO THE OLD-CLOTHES MAN 182

AT THE HARDWARE STORE 188

_Suggestions to Teachers_ 193

BOBBY AND BETTY WITH THE WORKERS

THE MILKMAN

Bobby and Betty drink milk.

The milkman brings them milk every day.

He leaves two quart bottles at the back door.

He never forgets to bring the milk.

He never stays away when it storms.

_For study and play_:

Find the milkman.

Find Bobby and Betty.

Round about, round about applety-pie,
Baby loves milk and so do I.
Up, Mother, up, and fill us a cup,
And baby and I will drink it all up.

—Adapted from an old rime

THE MILKMAN AND HIS HORSE

The milkman has a wise horse.

The horse knows where to stop.

He knows when to stand still.

He knows when to go on.

He doesn’t try to run away.

The horse helps the milkman.

The milkman takes bottles of milk from his wagon.

Sometimes he takes out quart bottles.

Sometimes he takes out pint bottles.

He leaves milk at the back door.

He takes empty bottles away.

He puts the empty bottles in the milk wagon.

At the end of the week he knocks at the door.

Then Mother pays him for the milk.

_For study and play_:

How many quarts of milk does the milkman leave at your door every day?

How many quarts of milk does the milkman leave at your door every week?

How much do you have to pay the milkman each week?

Name the days of the week. Count them.

How many pints make one quart?

Milkman, milkman, where have you been?
In Buttermilk Channel up to my chin.
I spilt my milk, and spoilt my clothes,
And got a long icicle hung to my nose.

THE ICEMAN

Mother keeps milk in the ice box.

She likes to keep it cool and sweet.

The iceman passes every day with a big ice wagon.

When Mother wants ice, Betty puts up a card.

When the iceman sees it, he cries, “Whoa! whoa!”

The big horses stop.

The iceman jumps down from his wagon.

He brings in a big block of ice.

He puts it in the ice box, and Mother gives him a ticket.

The iceman goes back to his wagon.

He jumps in and drives away.

Once Bobby and Betty ran after the ice wagon.

Mother saw them and called them back.

“Don’t run after the ice wagon,” said Mother. “Play you have an ice wagon, Bobby. Hitch Queen to your cart.”

_For study and play_:

I was some ice,
So white and so nice,
But which nobody tasted;
And so it was wasted,
All that good ice!

—EDWARD LEAR

THE ICE MAN

Composed by Children

The ice wagon rattles down the street,
Thumpity, bumpity, bump!
It always comes in the summer’s heat,
Thumpity, bumpity, bump!

The ice picks clank and make such a noise,
Clinkity, clankity, clank!
Down the street run the girls and the boys,
Clinkity, clankity, clank!

Here is a card for seventy-five pounds,
Whoa there, Jerry and Joe!
Chippety chop, how the ice pick sounds,
Whoa there, Jerry and Joe!

Now he comes in at the kitchen door,
Trampity, trampity, tramp!
Dripping water all over the floor,
Trampity, trampity, tramp!

Then he goes in his wagon yellow,
Gee up, Jerry and Joe!
The iceman is a jolly fellow,
Gee up, Jerry and Joe!

—Grade III, North School,
Hinsdale, Illinois

Snow, snow faster,
Come again at Easter.

MAKING APPLE PIES

Did you ever make a pie?

Bobby and Betty make pies.

Mother gives them little pieces of pie crust.

They lay the pie crust on the bread-board.

They roll it with a rolling-pin.

They put the pie crust on little pie tins and pat it down.

Then Mother gives each of them a nice red apple.

Bobby pares his apple.

Betty pares her apple.

They quarter the apples.

They core them.

They slice them and fill their pies.

They cover them with pie crust.

They trim off the edges.

Mother puts the pies in the oven.

When they are baked, Mother takes them out.

Bobby and Betty have them at dinner.

_For study and play_:

Roll a pie crust,
Roll a pie crust,
With a rolling-pin.
Lift a pie crust,
Lay it gently
On a little tin.

Pare an apple,
Core an apple,
Slice it very thin.
Put the top crust
On the pie.
Then the edges trim.

B is cook Betty,
She’s baking a pie
With ten or twelve apples
All piled up on high.

Pippin, pippin, fly away,
Give me one another day.

MOTHER WANTS A CHERRY PIE

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.”

_For study and play_:

Simple Simon met a pieman,
Going to the fair;
Says Simple Simon to the pieman,
“Let me taste your ware.”

Says the pieman to Simple Simon,
“Show me first your penny.”
Says Simple Simon to the pieman,
“Indeed, I haven’t any.”

“Can she make a cherry pie, Billy boy, Billy boy?
Can she make a cherry pie, Charming Billy?”

“She can make a cherry pie, quick as a cat can wink its eye,
She’s a young thing and cannot leave her mother.”

Up in the tree cherries I see;
Some are for you, some are for me.

AT THE BAKER’S SHOP

Soon Bobby and Betty were at the baker’s door.

They opened the latch and walked in.

“We shall have to wait until it is our turn,” said Bobby.

“How many are ahead of us?” asked Betty.

“Let’s count them,” whispered Bobby.

Bobby and Betty counted very softly, “One, two, three, four, five, six.”

“There are six ahead of us,” said Bobby.

While they were waiting, Bobby and Betty looked at the show-case.

“That’s a chocolate cake,” said Bobby.

“See those chocolate cookies,” said Betty.

“Where are the pies?” whispered Bobby.

“Up there,” said Betty. “Don’t you see them on that shelf?”

“Oh,” said Bobby. “I see them now.”

“It’s our turn next,” whispered Betty.

“What will you have little boy?” asked the baker.

“A cherry pie, please,” said Bobby.

“Here is a nice one,” said the baker. “It is just out of the oven.”

“How much is it?” asked Bobby.

“Eighteen cents,” answered the baker.

“Mother gave me twenty cents,” said Bobby.

“Pies are eighteen cents today,” said the baker. “What next?”

“That’s all Mother told us to buy,” said Bobby.

“Eighteen, twenty cents,” said the baker. “Here is your change. Is the little girl your sister?”

“Yes, sir,” answered Bobby.

“Good day,” said the baker. “Who is next?”

“Good day,” said Bobby and Betty.

“Let me carry the pie, Bobby,” said Betty.

Betty took the pie, and Bobby held the pennies in his hand.

“Why don’t you buy some chocolate cookies?” asked Betty.

“I don’t know,” answered Bobby.

“Please, Bobby, please buy some chocolate cookies!”

Bobby looked at the pennies.

He looked at the baker.

The baker was busy.

So Bobby put the pennies in his pocket

Bobby and Betty then left the baker’s shop and took the pie home to Mother.

_For study and play_:

To market, to market, to buy a plum cake;
Home again, home again, ne’er one baked.

The baker is dead, and all his men,
And we must go to market again.

To market, to market, to buy a plum bun;
Home again, home again, market is done.

If all the world was apple pie,
And all the sea was ink,
And all the trees were bread and cheese,
What would we have for drink?

Why does a baker wear a cap? To cover his head.

GUESS WHAT IS IN MY POCKET

Bobby and Betty went straight home and gave the pie to Mother.

“Guess what is in my pocket!” said Bobby.

“What can it be?” asked Mother.

Bobby jingled the pennies.

“Pennies,” guessed Mother.

“You guessed right,” said Bobby. “Guess how I got them?”

“Did you find them on the way home?” asked Mother.

“No,” said Bobby. “Guess again.”

“Did the baker give you some change?” asked Mother.

“You guessed right this time,” said Bobby. “Here are your pennies.”

“Thank you,” said Mother. “You did right to bring me the change.”

“We wanted to buy some chocolate cookies,” said Betty.

“The baker has some nice cookies in his show case,” said Bobby.

“You may each have a penny,” said Mother.

“Oh, thank you, thank you!” said Bobby and Betty.

“May I buy a chocolate cookie with my penny?” asked Bobby.

“Yes, Bobby dear,” said Mother. “The penny is yours. You may buy what you please.”

“May I buy a chocolate cookie with my penny?” asked Betty.

“Yes, Betty,” answered Mother. “It is your penny.”

“Was it mine when the baker gave it to Bobby?” asked Betty.

“No, dear,” answered Mother. “The penny was not yours.”

“Whose pennies were they when the baker gave them to Bobby?” asked Betty.

“I know,” said Bobby. “They were Mother’s pennies. That’s why we had to bring them to her.”

_For study and play_:

There is nothing so kingly as kindness,
And nothing so royal as truth.

—ALICE CARY

I do like pie,
Any kind of pie,
Apple, cherry,
Or strawberry,
Custard, mince,
Prune, or quince;
But the pie I like the best,
Better far than all the rest,
Is the pie
Called pumpkin pie;
I do like pie,
Pumpkin pie!

—SELECTED

Heetum peetum penny pie,
Populorum gigum gie,
North, south, east, west,
Pumpkin pie I like the best.

A TALK WITH FATHER AND MOTHER

At dinner Father said, “I like cherry pie.”

“I like it,” said Mother.

“So do I,” said Bobby.

“We are like blackbirds,” said Betty.

“How do you make that out?” asked Father.

“Blackbirds they love cherry pie,” said Betty.

“When did you learn that old song?” asked Father.

“Last night,” answered Betty. “It’s in my book.”

“There’s a pieman in my book,” said Bobby. “Simple Simon met him. Simple Simon wanted to buy a pie, but he didn’t have a penny.”

“It takes money to buy a pie,” said Father. “Simple Simon learned that.”

“If I meet a pieman, I’ll buy a pie,” said Betty. “I’ll give him my penny for a pie.”

“Are there any piemen now?” asked Bobby.

“Piemen do not walk the streets now,” answered Father. “They sell pies and cakes in shops.”

“Is the baker a pieman?” asked Bobby.

“We don’t call him a pieman,” said Father, “but he makes and sells pies.”

“The baker sells bread, too,” said Betty. “He sells rolls and buns.”

“Why does the baker wear a white coat?” asked Bobby.

“He wants to keep clean,” said Mother. “He wants to keep everything in his shop nice and clean.”

“Bakers used to wear white aprons,” said Father. “Bakers and piemen always wore clean white aprons.”

“Where is the baker’s oven?” asked Betty. “I didn’t see it.”

“It is in his kitchen,” answered Mother.

“He must have a big oven,” said Betty.

“He has,” said Mother. “And he has a long wooden shovel to take the bread from the oven.”

“I’d like to be a baker,” said Bobby. “I’d like to have a baker’s shop and a great big oven. I’d like to make pies and cakes and muffins and bread and buns.”

“Let’s play we have a baker’s shop,” said Betty. “Let’s play we are baking bread in an oven. Let’s take the bread from the oven with a long wooden shovel.”

So Bobby and Betty played they were bakers. They made an oven with their blocks. And they made mud pies and little cakes and put them in their oven.

_For study and play_:

Pat it here, and pat it there,
What a dainty prize!
Bake it on a shingle—
Nice mud pies!

King Pippin built a fine new hall,
Pastry and pie crust were the wall;
Windows made of black pudding and white,
Slates were pancakes, you ne’er saw the like.

Blackbirds they love cherry pie,
Quick they eat and off they fly.

COLLY-MOLLY-PUFF AND THE MUFFIN MAN

After dinner Bobby and Betty played with baby.

They played “Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker’s man.”

Then Bobby said, “Let’s give baby a ride.”

“Let’s do it,” said Betty. “Let’s give him a ride to the baker’s shop on his rocking horse.”

So they put baby on the rocking horse and gave him a nice ride.

Three times baby rode to the baker’s shop before Mother came to put him to bed.

Then Bobby and Betty went to the bookcase and took out their Mother Goose books.

“See, Father,” said Betty. “This is the pieman.”

“I see,” said Father. “That is Colly-Molly-Puff.”

“What did you say, Father?” asked Betty.

“Say it again, please,” said Bobby.

“Colly-Molly-Puff! Colly-Molly-Puff!” repeated Father.

“Colly-Molly-Puff! Colly-Molly-Puff!” repeated Bobby and Betty.

“That’s a funny name,” said Betty.

“Is that the pieman’s real name?” asked Bobby.

“No,” answered Father. “It’s a nickname. Long ago the pieman was called Colly-Molly-Puff.”

“Were all the piemen called Colly-Molly-Puff?” asked Betty.

“Not all,” answered Father. “One was called Tiddy-doll and another was called Gingerbread Harry.”

“What did Tiddy-doll and Gingerbread Harry sell long ago?” asked Betty.

“Cakes and pies,” answered Father. “All these piemen went up and down the streets calling out their wares.”

“Did they sell bread, Father?” asked Bobby. “Did they sell muffins and rolls?”

“No,” answered Father. “They sold cakes and pies. The muffin man went up and down the streets selling muffins and rolls.”

“I know the muffin man,” said Betty. “Here he is. See!”

“He is Colly-Molly-Puff’s brother,” said Father.

“Were they real brothers?” asked Bobby.

“No,” answered Father. “They were called brothers because one sold bread and the other sold pies.”

“I wish they were here now,” said Bobby.

“Let’s play they are,” said Betty. “I’ll be the muffin man.”

“Good!” cried Bobby. “I’ll be Colly-Molly-Puff.”

“O Daddy!” cried Betty. “I’m the muffin man.”

“I’m Colly-Molly-Puff, Daddy.”

“Perhaps Mother will dress you up,” said Father.

“That will be fun!” cried Bobby and Betty.

When Mother came in, she helped them dress as Colly-Molly-Puff and the muffin man. Then Father showed them how to call out their buns and muffins and cakes and pies.

_For study and play_:

Ride a cock horse to the baker’s shop,
To see what baby can buy.
A nickel white loaf and a nickel brown loaf,
And a ten-cent apple pie.

Buy muffins, nice muffins,
Nice muffins, O!

One a penny buns! Two a penny buns!
One a penny, two a penny, hot cross buns.

If you have no daughters,
Pray give them to your sons.
But if you have no little elves,
You must eat them all yourselves.

One a penny poker! Two a penny tongs!
Three a penny fire irons, hot cross buns.

Nice gingerbread, spice gingerbread,
Four and twenty lumps of gingerbread for a sixpence.
Come and buy! Come and buy!
Buy gingerbread!

WHAT SHALL I BUY WITH MY PENNY?

One night at dinner Bobby said, “I haven’t spent my penny yet.”

“I haven’t spent mine,” said Betty.

“Mother, when may we go to the baker’s shop and buy chocolate cookies?” asked Bobby.

“I am going to the grocery store tomorrow,” said Mother. “You and Bobby may go with me.”

“Perhaps I’ll buy something at the grocery store,” said Bobby.

“Perhaps I’ll buy a banana,” said Betty.

“Perhaps I’ll buy a big plum,” said Bobby.

“Perhaps I’ll buy a pear,” said Betty. “I like pears. I like them better than bananas.”

“Oh, I know what I’m going to buy,” said Bobby. “I’m going to buy a lollipop.”

“Perhaps I’ll buy a lollipop,” said Betty.

“You make me think of a story,” said Father.

“What is the story about?” asked Bobby.

“It’s about a little boy who found a penny,” said Father. “The boy didn’t know how to spend it.”

“Tell us the story,” said Betty.

“Oh, do,” said Bobby.

“Please, Daddy,” said Betty.

“Help Mother with the dishes,” said Father. “Then I will tell you the story.”

_For study and play_:

How many oranges make a dozen? How many in a half dozen?

Name things you buy of the groceryman by the dozen.

What does the baker sell by the dozen?

Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers;
A peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked;
If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers,
Where’s the peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked?

_Riddles_:

Humpty dumpty sat on the wall,
Humpty dumpty had a great fall;
All the king’s oxen and all the king’s men
Cannot put Humpty dumpty together again.

_An egg_

What is as white as snow,
As green as grass,
As red as blood,
And as black as a hat?

_A common black cherry_

FATHER TELLS A STORY

“The dishes are washed,” said Bobby.

“Yes, Father,” said Betty. “They are washed and wiped and put away.”

“Then I’ll tell you the story,” said Father.

“What’s the name of the story, Father?” asked Betty.

“What shall I do with this penny?” answered Father.

Bobby and Betty drew up their chairs and Father told them this story:

“Once upon a time, there was a very good little boy, who always minded his mother.

“One morning his mother said to him, ‘Take the broom and go and sweep the steps.’

“Now the little boy did not wait for his mother to tell him again. He took the broom and went out and began to sweep the steps.

“When he was sweeping, he heard a noise.

“He looked all around to see what it was, and what do you think he found?

“A penny! and it was on the step he had been sweeping.

“‘O Mother, Mother!’ called the little boy. ‘See what I have found!’

“‘A penny!’ said his mother. ‘You have been a good boy. You may have this penny for your very own.’

“‘Oh, thank you, thank you!’ said the little boy, and he went on with the sweeping.

“While he was sweeping, the little boy thought, ‘What shall I do with this penny?’

“‘I have half a mind to buy some dates. But no, I should have to throw away the stones.’

“‘I will buy some apples. Oh, no, I will not, for I should have to throw away the cores.’

“‘I will buy some nuts. Oh, no, for I should have to throw away the shells.’

“‘What shall I buy then? I will buy some figs.’

“And so the little boy went to the grocery store and bought a penny’s worth of figs.”

“Is that all?” asked Bobby.

“That is all for this time,” said Father.

“That’s a nice story,” said Betty. “I’m glad the boy’s mother let him have the penny.”

“So am I,” said Bobby. “I don’t believe that little boy had many pennies to spend.”

_Questions to answer_:

What part of a banana is thrown away?

What part of a potato is thrown away?

What part of a turnip is thrown away?

What part of an egg is thrown away?

What part of a nut is thrown away?

Where do you put the things that are thrown away?

Why do we have garbage cans? Where do we keep them?

What does the garbage man do? Are you glad there are garbage men to take away the garbage?

Make a little song to thank the garbage man for helping us keep things nice and clean.

_Riddles_:

A little house full of meat,
No door to go in and eat.

_A nut_

Four divisions in a casket;
There’s a leaf in every basket.

_Walnut_

AT THE GROCERY STORE

Bobby and Betty were up early next morning.

“We are going to the grocery store today,” said Betty when she came down stairs.

“Hurrah!” cried Bobby. “I’ll spend my penny. Here it is. I’ll put it in my coat pocket now.”

“Mine is in my shopping bag,” said Betty.

After the breakfast dishes were put away, Mother sat down to write.

“I know what Mother is writing,” said Betty.

“What is Mother writing?” asked Bobby.

“The names of the things she is going to buy,” said Betty. “Isn’t that what you are writing, Mother?”

“Yes, dear,” answered Mother. “I am making a list of the things to buy at the grocery store.”

All were soon ready to go.

Mother put baby in his carriage.

Betty carried her shopping bag, and Bobby had a market basket on his arm.

“Oh, see what is in the window!” said Bobby when they came up to the grocery store.

The groceryman had a beautiful window.

There were baskets of ripe red apples.

There were baskets of big blue plums.

There were rows of oranges and lemons.

There were ever so many kinds of fruit in the groceryman’s window.

“A fine day, Madam,” the groceryman said, when they went in the store. “What can I do for you today?”

“I want some fresh eggs,” said Mother.

“These are fresh from the country,” said the groceryman.

“I will take two dozen,” said Mother.

“What will you have next?” asked the groceryman.

“A pound of your best butter,” said Mother.

“Do you need potatoes?” asked the groceryman.

“Put me up a peck,” said Mother. “And I will take this basket of ripe tomatoes.”

“Any fruit?” asked the groceryman.

“How much are the peaches?” asked Mother.

“Thirty cents a basket,” answered the groceryman.

“I will take a basket of peaches,” said Mother.

“Anything else, Madam?” asked the groceryman.

“That is all today, thank you,” said Mother.

“Do you wish to take anything with you?” asked the groceryman.

“I will take the butter and eggs,” said Mother. “You may send the other things.”

Mother paid for the groceries, then turned to Bobby and Betty.

Betty had bought a big blue plum.

But Bobby wanted to cross the street and buy a lollipop.

“You may,” said Mother. “The way is clear now. You may cross over. Be sure to come right back.”

Bobby ran across the street and was soon back with a lollipop.

“Take a bite, baby,” said Bobby.

And Bobby gave baby a bite of his lollipop.

“Take a bite, baby,” said Betty.

And Betty gave baby a bite of her big blue plum.

“We must go home now,” said Mother to the children.

Then she put the butter in Bobby’s basket and the eggs in the carriage at baby’s feet.

_For study and play_:

Handy Pandy, Jack-a-dandy,
Loves plum cake and sugar candy.
He bought some at the grocer’s shop
And out he came, hop-hop-hop.

Currants on a bush,
And six on a stem,
And cherries on a bending bough
And Ned to gather them.

—CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI

_Riddle_:

I went to the market and bought it.
I returned home and wept with it.

_An onion_

THE GROCERY BOY COMES WITH THE GROCERIES

“Do you hear that wagon?” asked Bobby. “It’s coming bumpety, bumpety, bumpety, bump!”

“Yes,” answered Betty. “How that wagon rattles and bumps! O Bobby, it’s stopping here!”

“Oh, I know now what wagon it is,” said Bobby. “It’s the grocery wagon. The grocery boy is bringing Mother’s groceries.”

“Let’s run and meet him,” said Betty.

“Did you bring something for us?” Bobby asked the grocery boy.

“Yes,” said the grocery boy. “This box of groceries is for your mother.”

By this time the grocery boy was at the back door. Mother met him.

“Your groceries, Madam,” said the boy as he put the box on the kitchen floor.

“Thank you,” said Mother.

When the boy went back to his wagon, Bobby asked, “Is that your horse?”

“No, but I drive it.”

“Is that your wagon?” asked Betty.

“No,” answered the grocery boy. “It belongs to the groceryman.”

“What is in the wagon?” asked Bobby.

“Groceries.”

“What are you going to do with them?” asked Bobby.

“Take them to the people who paid for them,” said the boy.

“Did they pay you?” asked Bobby.

“No,” answered the grocery boy. “They paid the groceryman.”

“Does anybody pay you?” asked Bobby.

“The groceryman pays me,” said the boy, and he jumped into the wagon and drove away.

“The groceryman has everything nice to eat,” said Betty. “His store is full of nice things to eat.”

“Let’s play we have a grocery store,” said Bobby.

Just then Mother called, “Come, Bobby! Come, Betty! Help me put the groceries away.”

Bobby and Betty helped Mother.

Then she gave them the box the grocery boy left.

“That’s just what I want, Mother,” said Betty. “That will make a nice grocery store.”

Mother gave them some empty boxes to put in their grocery store.

They had a good time playing store.

Dolly and Teddy-bear came to their store to buy groceries.

Then Bobby hitched Queen to his cart to take the groceries to Dolly and Teddy-bear.

_For study and play_:

Name things you buy by the peck.

How many quarts in a peck?

How many quarts in half a peck?

Apples and oranges, four for a penny;
You’re a good scholar to count so many.

_Riddle_:

Down in the meadow is a green house,
In the green house is a white house,
In the white house is a red house,
The red house is full of little negroes.

_A watermelon_

THE BANANA MAN

“Ba-na-nas! Ba-na-nas!” called the banana man.

“Who is calling?” said Bobby.

“The banana man,” answered Betty.

“I see him,” said Bobby. “He is coming down the street with his pushcart.”

Again the banana man called out, “Ba-na-nas! Ba-na-nas!”

“Let’s ask Mother if we can buy some bananas,” said Bobby.

Bobby and Betty ran in to Mother.

“O Mother,” said Betty. “The banana man is coming. Please buy some bananas.”

“Please, Mother,” said Bobby.

“You may buy a dozen for me,” said Mother. “Betty, it is your turn to buy today.”

“Why can’t I do it?” asked Bobby.

“Not this time,” said Mother. “It is Betty’s turn today.”

Mother gave Betty thirty-five cents, and she bought a dozen bananas.

The banana man then went down the street calling, “Ba-na-nas! Ba-na-nas! Ba-na-nas!”

Mother had bananas at dinner that night.

Betty told Father about the banana man, and Bobby told him about his pushcart.

When the story hour came, Father said, “See if you can find the banana man in your Mother Goose books.”

Bobby and Betty looked through their books.

“I can’t find the banana man,” said Bobby.

“Here’s a woman with a wheelbarrow,” said Betty. “Does she have fruit to sell?”

“Yes,” answered Father. “That is the cherry woman.”

“Did she sell cherries?” asked Bobby.

“Yes,” answered Father. “She sold cherries and oranges and lemons.”

“She doesn’t come here,” said Betty.

“No, dear,” said Father. “Women don’t sell fruit from wheelbarrows on our streets.”

“Why not?” asked Betty.

“Because that work is now done by men,” Father answered.

“The banana man has a pushcart,” said Bobby. “But the fruit and vegetable man has a horse and wagon.”

_For study and play_:

Tippety, tippety, tippety, toe.
Give me a banana and I’ll go.

Cherries, cherries! Big as plums!
Who comes! Who comes!

_Riddles_:

Riddle me, riddle me, red coat,
A stick in his hand, a stone in his throat,
Riddle me, riddle me, rotic, tot!

_A cherry_

Niddy, noddy,
Two heads and one body.

_A wheelbarrow_

THE FRUIT AND VEGETABLE MAN

“Beets! beets! Three bunches for a dime! Beets! beets! Three bunches for a dime!” called a boy at the back gate.

“The fruit and vegetable man is at the back gate,” said Bobby. “Do you want to buy anything?”

“I will go to the door,” said Mother.

“Strawberries! strawberries! Two boxes for a quarter! Strawberries! strawberries! Two boxes for a quarter!” called the boy at the back gate.

“Bring me two boxes of strawberries,” said Mother.

“Do you want any beets?” asked the boy. “They are three bunches for a dime.”

“Bring me three bunches,” said Mother.

The fruit and vegetable man took the beets and strawberries out of the wagon.

The boy brought them to the kitchen door.

“Can you change fifty cents?” asked Mother.

“Yes,” said the boy. “Thirty-five, forty, fifty cents.”

“How much did he give you, Mother?” asked Bobby.

“Fifteen cents,” answered Mother. “That is the change.”

“I want to know how to make change,” said Bobby.

“So do I,” added Betty.

“You can learn, Bobby,” said Mother. “Take out your toy money, children. Buy and sell and learn to make change.”

_For study and play_:

The fruit man comes round every day.
He brings us things to eat.
He brings us apples, berries, grapes,
And peaches pink and sweet.

—GRADE I, North School,
Hinsdale, Illinois

O was an orange
So yellow and round;
When it fell off the tree,
It fell to the ground,
Down to the ground.

_Riddles_:

It can run and can’t walk.
It has a tongue and can’t talk.

_A wagon_

What stands on its foot and has its heart in its head?

_A cabbage-head_

BOBBY AND BETTY GO TO THE MEAT MARKET

“Bobby! Betty!” called Mother one morning.

Bobby and Betty came in from their play.

“What is it, Mother?” asked Bobby. “What do you want?”

“I want you to go to the meat market and buy a pound of ham.”

“I’ll buy it,” said Bobby.

“Let me buy it,” said Betty.

“You may buy the ham today, Bobby,” said Mother. “Here is the money. Bring me the change.”

Bobby and Betty went down the street.

They were soon in front of the meat market.

“O Betty!” cried Bobby. “Look at those birds.”

“They are not birds,” said a lady. “They are chickens.”

Bobby and Betty looked at the chickens.

They were poking their heads out of a cage.

“The chickens want to get out of the cage,” said Betty.

“I wish they were out,” said Bobby. “I want to see them run.”

“Let’s go into the meat market,” said Betty.

They went in and waited their turn.

While they were waiting, they saw a rabbit hanging on a hook.

“What’s that?” asked Betty.

“I think it’s a rabbit,” answered Bobby.

“I wish I had one,” said Betty.

“Good morning,” said the big man behind the counter. “What can I do for you today?”

“I want a pound of ham,” said Bobby.

The man took a ham from a hook and cut off three slices.

He put the slices of ham on the scales.

“That is just one pound,” he said. “What next?”

“That is all,” said Bobby. “Here is the money.”

Bobby put the change in his pocket.

“Let me carry the ham, Bobby,” said Betty.

“No,” said Bobby. “Mother told me to buy it.”

“Let me carry it, I say!” cried Betty.

“No, no, no!” cried Bobby. “You bought the bananas. It’s my turn to buy today.”

_For study and play_:

To market, to market, to buy a fat pig,
Home again, home again, jiggety jig.

To market, to market, to buy a fat hog,
Home again, home again, jiggety jog.

To market, to market, a-gallop, a-trot,
To buy some meat to put in the pot.

To market, to market, trittity-trot,
To buy one mutton to put in the pot.

Jack Sprat could eat no fat,
His wife could eat no lean;
And so between them both, you see,
They licked the platter clean.

Chicky! chicky! chick!
Oh, come quick!
From my little fingers
A crumb you may pick.

Pork is the flesh of the ⸺.

Beef is the flesh of the ⸺.

Mutton is the flesh of the ⸺.

Ham is the ⸺ of a ⸺ cured by salting and smoking.

WHAT BOBBY AND BETTY FOUND IN THEIR BOOKS

When the story hour came, Bobby and Betty took their books from the bookcase.

“See, Father,” said Bobby. “See the man with the chickens.”

Father looked at the picture in Bobby’s book.

“What is the man going to do with the chickens?” asked Bobby.

“He is going to sell them,” answered Father.

“I know where he is going,” said Betty. “He is on his way to the meat market.”

“No, dear. The chicken man used to sell chickens from his basket on the street.”

“Does he do it now?” asked Betty.

“No, Betty,” answered Father. “It was a long time ago that the chicken man sold chickens on the street.”

“We saw chickens today,” said Bobby. “They were in a cage just outside the meat market.”

“We saw a rabbit, too,” said Betty.

Just then Betty turned a page in her book and came to the picture of a rabbit woman.

“See,” said Betty. “The woman has rabbits on a pole.”

“She has geese, too,” added Bobby.

“Who is she?” asked Betty. “What is she doing?”

“She’s a rabbit woman,” said Father. “She is going down the street selling rabbits and geese.”

“Is there a rabbit woman on our street?” asked Betty.

“No, dear,” answered Father. “The rabbit woman lived a long, long time ago.”

“Now we buy rabbits at the meat market,” said Bobby.

“Did the people have markets long ago?” asked Bobby.

“Yes,” answered Father. “They had markets. But they also had men and women who sold their wares on the streets.”

_For study and play_:

Chick, chick, chatter man,
How much are your geese?
Chick, chick, chatter man,
Five cents apiece.
Chick, chick, chatter man,
That’s too dear.
Chick, chick, chatter man,
You get out of here.

A COUNTING-OUT RIME

R was a rabbit,
Who had a bad habit
Of eating the flowers
In gardens and bowers.
Naughty fat rabbit.

BOBBY AND BETTY MAKE SHOES FOR DOLLY

“Dolly has lost her shoe,” said Betty. “I can’t find it anywhere.”

“Look again,” said Mother.

Betty looked and looked, but she could not find it.

Bobby looked and looked, and he could not find it.

“O Mother, what shall I do?” asked Betty.

“Make a shoe,” said Mother.

“I don’t know how,” said Betty.

“Mother will show us how to make shoes,” said Bobby. “Won’t you, Mother?”

“Yes, dear,” answered Mother.

Then Mother showed Bobby and Betty how to make shoes for Dolly.

That very day Grandfather came to see Bobby and Betty.

“See, Grandfather,” said Betty. “See dolly’s new shoes.”

“They are very nice,” said Grandfather. “Who made them?”

“I made this one,” said Betty.

“I made that one,” said Bobby.

“You are good shoemakers,” said Grandfather. “Listen and I’ll sing a shoemaker’s song.”

Bobby and Betty drew up their chairs close to Grandfather’s big chair.

Then Grandfather sang this song:

“When I was a shoemaker,
A shoemaker was I.
I went this way, and that way,
And this way, and that way.
When I was a shoemaker,
A shoemaker was I.”

“Sing it again,” said Bobby.

“Please do,” said Betty.

Then Grandfather sang the song and Bobby and Betty sang with him.

_For study and play_:

Little Betty Blue
Lost her holiday shoe.
What shall little Betty do?
Make her another
To match the other.
Then she’ll walk on two.

Dirty shoe, dirty shoe,
What will your mother and father do?

_Said to a child whose shoes are muddy_

What goes all day and sits in a corner at night?

_A shoe_

Tap-a-tap shoe, that would I do,
If I had a little more leather.
We’ll sit in the sun till the leather doth come,
Then we’ll tap them both together.

There was an old woman who lived in a shoe.
She had so many children, she didn’t know what to do.
She gave them some soup and a piece of white bread,
She sang them a song and put them to bed.

BOBBY AND BETTY GO TO THE SHOEMAKER’S SHOP

“There’s a hole in my shoe,” said Bobby.

“There’s a hole in mine, too,” said Betty.

“Let me see your shoes, children,” said Mother.

Bobby and Betty showed Mother their shoes.

“Take off your shoes,” said Mother. “Put on your new shoes.”

Bobby went to the closet off his bedroom and took out his shoes and put them on.

Betty went to the closet off her bedroom and took out her shoes and put them on.

“Now take your old shoes to the shoemaker,” said Mother. “Ask him to mend them.”

Mother gave Bobby and Betty some money to pay the shoemaker.

They were soon at the door of his shop.

They stood and listened to the shoemaker’s hammer.

“Rap-a-tap-tap! Rap-a-tap-tap!” went the shoemaker’s hammer.

Bobby and Betty opened the door and went into the shop.

“Good morning,” said the shoemaker.

“Good morning, good morning,” said Bobby and Betty.

“What can I do for you today?” asked the shoemaker.

“Will you please mend my shoe?” asked Bobby.

“Will you please mend my shoe?” asked Betty.

“Yes, yes,” said the shoemaker. “I will mend your shoes.”

“Here are my shoes,” said Bobby.

The shoemaker looked at Bobby’s shoes.

He looked at Betty’s shoes.

Then “Rap-a-tap-tap! Rap-a-tap-tap!” went the shoemaker’s hammer.

Bobby and Betty watched the shoemaker work.

They kept time with his hammer.

It was not long before the shoes were mended.

“Here are your shoes,” said the shoemaker.

“Thank you,” said Bobby.

“Thank you,” said Betty.

Bobby and Betty paid the shoemaker for mending their shoes.

“Thank you,” said the shoemaker.

Then Bobby and Betty said, “Good-day,” and went home with their shoes.

_For study and play_:

Shoemaker, shoemaker, mend my shoe.
Give it one stitch, give it two;
Give it three, and give it four,
And if it needs it, give it more.

Stitch, stitch away with your needle.
Pull away hard with your thread.
Rub it with wax to the right and the left,
And knock the old peg in the head.

If I were a shoemaker,
’Twould be my pride
The best of all shoemakers to be.

PLAYING SHOEMAKER

One day Bobby and Betty had a party.

They played they were shoemakers mending shoes.

All but Bobby sat down on the floor so as to make a ring.

Then they sang:

“Rap-a-tap, tap! Tick-a-tack, too!
This is the way we mend a shoe.”

While they were singing Bobby came into the room.

When they stopped singing, he said;

“Shoemaker, shoemaker, mend my shoe.
Have it done by half-past two.”

“Yes,” said the shoemakers. “We will have it done by half-past two.”

Then the shoemakers worked and sang:

“Rap-a-tap, tap! Tick-a-tack, too!
This must be done by half-past two.”

Soon Bobby came back and said, “It is half-past two. Is my shoe mended?”

“I have passed it to my next-door neighbor,” answered the head shoemaker.

“Is my shoe mended?” asked Bobby of the next-door neighbor.

“My next-door neighbor has it,” was the answer.

Then Bobby asked the next child; but he always got the same answer.

At last he saw who had the shoe, so he asked the right one.

Then all the shoemakers called out:

“Little boy, little boy, here is your shoe.
It was mended by half-past two.”

_For study and play_:

Shoemaker, shoemaker, mend my shoe.
Have it done by half-past two.
Stitch it up and stitch it down,
Now see with whom the shoe is found.

Shoemaker, shoemaker, mend my shoe.
Give it a stitch and that will do.
Here’s a nail, and there’s a prod,
And now my shoe is well shod.

Tip-tap, rip-rap,
Tick-a-tack-too.
This way, that way,
So we make a shoe,
Getting rich, every stitch,
Tick-a-tack-too.

When I’m a man,
I’ll be a shoemaker if I can.
I’ll sit on a bench, with my last held so,
And in and out my needle will go.
I’ll sew so strong that my work shall wear,
Till nothing is left but my stitches there,
When I’m a man.

AN ACTION SONG

This is the way we mend our shoes,
Mend our shoes, mend our shoes;
This is the way we mend our shoes,
On a cold and frosty morning!

This is the way the ladies walk,
Ladies walk, ladies walk;
This is the way the ladies walk
On a cold and frosty morning!

This is the way the gentlemen walk,
Gentlemen walk, gentlemen walk;
This is the way the gentlemen walk
On a cold and frosty morning!

A SONG OF THE SHOEMAKER

Stretch the leather over the last,
Fit it and sew it and hold it fast.

Wax the thread, pull it through and through;
Stitch it and stitch it and sing a song, too.

Rap-a-tap, tap! Tick-a-tack, too!
This is the way to make a shoe.

Take a sharp awl and punch a hole
Right through the upper and through the sole.

Put in one peg, put in two;
Chuckle and laugh as you hammer them through.

Rap-a-tap, tap! Tick-a-tack, too!
This is the way to make a shoe.

Stretch the leather over the last,
Fit it and sew it firm and fast.

—Adapted from a poem by an unknown writer

BOBBY AND BETTY GO TO THE SHOE STORE

“Dear me, dear me!” said Mother one night at bedtime when she looked at Bobby’s shoes.

“What’s the matter, Mother?” asked Bobby.

“How do you wear out your shoes so fast?” asked Mother. “These shoes are not fit to wear.”

“I’ll take them to the shoemaker,” said Bobby. “He’ll mend them.”

“They are past mending,” said Mother. “You must wear your other shoes every day, and we will go to the shoe store and buy a new pair.”

“May I have a new pair?” asked Betty.

“Let me see your shoes,” said Mother.

Betty came up close to Mother.

“Why, Betty!” said Mother. “Your shoes are almost as badly worn as Bobby’s.”

“May I have a new pair, Mother?” asked Betty.

“Yes, Betty,” answered Mother. “We will go to the shoe store tomorrow.”

The next day Bobby and Betty went with Mother to the shoe store.

“Shoes for children,” answered Mother when the salesman asked what he could show her.

“What kind, Madam?” asked the salesman.

“Nice, soft shoes,” said Mother, “and shoes that will wear well.”

“Their last shoes were nice and soft; but they did not wear well.”

“Children are rough with their shoes, Madam,” said the salesman.

“Better get something heavier than they have been wearing.”

“I want heavy shoes,” said Bobby. “That’s the kind the big boys wear.”

“How do you like these, Madam?” asked the salesman.

“They seem heavy for a child,” said Mother.

“I like those shoes,” said Bobby.

“Let him try them on,” said the salesman. “Let’s see how they fit. And let’s see how this shoe fits the little girl.”

The salesman then took off one of Bobby’s shoes and put a new shoe on his foot.

He took off one of Betty’s shoes and put a new shoe on her foot.

“Be sure the shoes are long enough,” said Mother. “The children are growing fast.”

“These fit very well,” said the salesman. “See, Madam, there is plenty of room.”

“How do they feel?” asked Mother.

“All right,” answered Bobby.

“These are nice shoes,” said Betty. “I like them.”

“I will take these shoes,” said Mother.

The salesman put the shoes in shoe boxes and Mother paid him for them.

Then they went into the dry-goods store, and Mother bought each of the children two pairs of new stockings.

_For study and play_:

“Little Blue Apron,
How do you do?
Never a stocking
And never a shoe.”

Little Blue Apron
She answered me:
“You don’t wear stockings
And shoes by the sea.”

“Why, little Blue Apron,
It seems to me
Very delightful
To live by the sea.

“But what would hatters
And shoemakers do
If everyone lived
By the sea like you?”

—AN OLD STORY BOOK

Any shoes to buy? Any shoes to buy
Of Shoemaker John today?
Pretty shoes of red, pretty shoes of black,
Perhaps I’ll give them away!

With a rap, rap, rap, and a tap, tap, tap,
See the Shoemaker work away,
With a rap-a-tap and a rap-a-tap,
Now old Shoemaker John, good day!

—LAURA ROUNTREE-SMITH

There was a young lady of Ryde,
Whose shoestrings were seldom untied.
She purchased some clogs,
And some small spotted dogs,
And frequently walked about Ryde.

—EDWARD LEAR

_Riddles_:

I tie it up and it walks.
I unfasten it and it stops.

_A shoe_

What walks with its head downward?

_A nail in a shoe_

MOTHER AND BETTY GO TO THE DRESSMAKER’S SHOP

“Mother is going to the dressmaker’s today,” said Bobby. “I heard her say so.”

“I wish I could go with her,” said Betty. “I am going to ask Mother if I can go.”

“She won’t let you go,” said Bobby. “Little girls don’t go to the dressmaker’s.”

“Yes, they do,” said Betty.

Betty ran to the house. “Mother, Mother!” she cried. “Please may I go with you to the dressmaker’s?”

“Don’t you want to stay with Bobby and play with baby?” asked Mother.

“No,” said Betty. “I want to go with you.”

“I will see,” answered Mother.

Mother then called Bobby.

“Play with baby, Bobby,” said Mother. “Betty wants to go with me to the dressmaker’s.”

“Don’t let Betty go,” said Bobby. “Make her stay and take care of baby.”

“Betty will stay when you go with Father to the tailor’s shop,” said Mother. “You may go with Father when he goes to the tailor’s.”

“All right,” said Bobby. “I’ll stay if I may go with Daddy.”

Mother and Betty went to the dressmaker’s.

The dressmaker fitted Mother’s new dress.

Betty thought Mother stood very still while the dressmaker put pins in her dress.

The dressmaker pinned and pinned and pinned.

Betty thought she would never stop putting pins in Mother’s new dress.

Betty sat very still.

She looked at the dresses in the shop.

She was glad when Mother’s dress was fitted.

“When may I have it?” asked Mother.

“I will send it Saturday,” said the dressmaker.

“Thank you,” said Mother. “Be sure to send the bill. I am glad you can let me have the dress before Sunday.”

_For study and play_:

Pin it here, pin it there,
Pin it, pin it, everywhere.

I put my needle in,
I pull my needle out;
I draw it close, and draw it smooth,
And turn my work about.

—A SEWING SONG

Little Polly Flinders
Sat among the cinders,
Warming her pretty little toes.
Her mother came and caught her,
Whipped her little daughter,
For spoiling her nice new clothes.

Hark, hark!
The dogs do bark,
The beggars are coming to town;
Some in tags,
Some in rags,
And some in velvet gowns.

—SELECTED

BOBBY GOES WITH FATHER TO THE TAILOR’S SHOP

When Father came in sight, Bobby ran to meet him.

“When are you going to the tailor’s, Daddy?” asked Bobby.

“Tomorrow morning,” answered Father.

“May I go with you?” asked Bobby. “Please, Daddy.”

“No, Bobby, there is nothing at the tailor’s you want to see.”

“Oh, yes, there is, Daddy.”

“What do you want to see, Bobby?”

“I want to see the tailor. I want to see a man sew.”

“Very well, Bobby, you may go with me.”

Bobby was up early next morning.

When breakfast was over, he went with Father to the tailor’s shop.

The tailor brought out Father’s new suit.

Father tried it on.

Bobby thought Father stood very still.

The tailor clipped the coat with his sharp shears.

At first, Bobby thought he would spoil it.

Bobby saw the tailor’s thimble.

He saw the tailor’s needle.

He saw his thread and beeswax.

He saw the tailor’s sewing machine, and suits hanging on the wall.

At last the tailor said, “That’s all.”

“When will the suit be done?” asked Father.

“I will send it Saturday,” said the tailor.

“Send the bill with it, please,” said Father.

Father then said “Good day” to the tailor, and he and Bobby went out of the shop.

“Run home, now,” said Father to Bobby. “I must be off to my work.”

The tailor kept his word.

He sent Father’s suit and the bill early Saturday morning.

An hour later Mother’s dress came with the dressmaker’s bill.

Father liked his new suit.

Mother liked her new dress.

They paid the bills that very day.

So the tailor and dressmaker had pay for their work.

And Father and Mother had their new clothes to wear to church on Sunday morning.

_For study and play_:

Poor old Robinson Crusoe!
Poor old Robinson Crusoe!
They made him a coat,
Of an old nanny goat,
I wonder how they could do so!
With a ring-a-ting-tang,
And a ring-a-ting-tang,
Poor old Robinson Crusoe.

I went around to the tailor’s shop
To buy a tailor’s needle.
That’s the way the money goes,
And pop goes the weasel!

_Riddles_:

When may a man’s pocket be empty, and yet have something in it?

_When it has a hole in it_

Inside hole,
Outside full of many holes.

_A thimble_

NEW CLOTHES FOR BOBBY AND BETTY

Sunday afternoon Father said, “Bobby must have a new suit.”

“Will the tailor make it?” asked Bobby.

“No, Bobby. Mother will take you to the dry-goods store. She will buy you a ready-made suit.”

“That will be fine,” said Bobby. “Let’s go now, Mother.”

“Today is Sunday, Bobby.”

“Tomorrow will be Monday,” said Bobby. “May we go Monday, Mother?”

“Yes, we will go tomorrow afternoon.”

Just then Betty came in from play.

“Where are you going Monday afternoon, Bobby?” she asked.

“Mother and I are going somewhere. You can’t go.”

“Betty may go with us,” said Mother. “She needs a new dress.”

“Good!” cried Betty, “I’m going to have a new dress. Shall we buy it of the dressmaker, Mother?”

“No, dear. We don’t buy dresses at the dressmaker’s. The dressmaker makes dresses.”

“She made a pretty dress for you, Mother,” said Betty. “I think she will make one for me.”

“I can find a nice dress for you at the dry-goods store,” said Mother.

“Is that the place where there are pretty dresses in the window?” asked Betty.

“Yes, dear.”

Monday afternoon Mother and the children went to the dry-goods store.

A saleswoman came up to Mother and said, “Madam, what can I show you?”

“Boys’ suits, please,” answered Mother.

The saleswoman led the way to the place where boys’ suits were kept.

“I want one that will wear well,” said Mother.

“I think you will like this,” said the saleswoman. Bobby tried on the coat.

He liked it and Mother liked it.

“I will take it,” said Mother.

Mother then paid for the suit and asked the saleswoman to send it.

“Would you like to see little girls’ dresses?” asked the saleswoman. “We have some pretty ones.”

“If you please,” said Mother.

The saleswoman led the way.

They soon came to the place where little girls’ dresses were kept in the store.

Betty saw a dress with ruffles on the skirt and a pretty sash.

“I like that,” said Betty.

“It’s a pretty dress,” said Mother. “May she try it on?”

“Yes,” said the saleswoman.

The saleswoman slipped the dress over the one Betty had on.

Mother liked it and Betty liked it.

So Mother bought the dress for Betty. And she bought cloth for an everyday dress and for two everyday aprons.

_For study and play_:

Name things you buy by the yard.

How many feet in a yard?

How many inches in a foot? How many inches in a yard?

How many inches in a quarter of a yard? In half a yard?