"I think mother's way is better," said Bobby. "It takes her only one day."
"But mother could not make bread at all, if we did not help," said father.
"Oh, indeed, she does," said Bobby. "I have seen her make it all alone."
"Bobby," said father, "of what does mother make our bread?"
Now Bobby was only six years old, but he had often watched mother make bread.
"She makes it from flour," said he.
"What is the flour made from?" asked father.
"The miller grinds it from wheat," said Bobby.
"And where does the wheat come from?" asked father.
"It grows in the field," said Bobby.