And Jack trudged along, stopping now and then to take breath, until they came to Grannie Burt's.
"O Jack! what shall we do about the pie?" said Nannie, her tears starting afresh at the thought.
Jack couldn't stand the sight of Nannie's tears; so he said, "Never mind it; I'll go back and get another."
"Oh, will you? Thank you, Jack."
Grannie Burt's daughter, Susan, now came to the door, and made all sorts of exclamations over Nannie, whose ankle pained her so much, she couldn't walk, and Jack had to carry her into the house. While Jack told the story of the pie, Susan had taken off Nannie's shoe and stocking, and was bathing her ankle, while grannie kept saying, "Does it feel better, dear?"
"Never mind the pie," said grannie, as Jack went on with his story; "it's just as good as ever, though it is broken."
"Oh, but it doesn't look so nice," said Nannie.
"I can't see it, you know," said grannie, laughing.
But Nannie wasn't satisfied, and called to Jack, as he started off, to be sure and bring another.
Very soon Nannie felt better, and sitting up in the big chair, she reached over for the large Bible, and said,—