"Ah, I know what it is! The pie lady! Oh, I wonder if the pie is done?"
Nearer and nearer he went to the bungalow, and he heard a whistle, and then he saw the pie lady bustling around with a long apron on, and Flop asked:
"Is the pie done?"
"Almost, little piggie boy," she answered.
"You may wait for it to come out of the oven. How old are you?"
"Seven," said Flop, and then he asked the lady.
"What is your name?"
"Margaret," she answered. "Margaret More."
"More what?" asked Flop.
"More pies, I guess," laughed the pie lady as she whistled again, this time just like a canary trilling when it swings at the top of its cage in the sunshine. Curly laughed, too, and then the lady went to the oven to take out the pie.