“Skip!” he exclaimed; “here comes your wife!”
Eph rolled over and made a dash on his hands and knees for his basket of pies. Phineas was already walking rapidly up the road.
CHAPTER FIVE
The stout woman was not Mrs. Deacon. She turned off the street before the truant pie-men had gone many steps, and they returned to the grass beside the bridge. For some reason they were not so jubilantly hopeful.
“Dog it!” said Eph, as they seated themselves in the shade, “I wish t' goodness I hadn't mashed that pie on you, Phin. I don't know what on earth I'm goin' to say to her about it. She's pesky stingy with her pies these days.”