Bobby and Betty with the workers

by Katharine Elizabeth Dopp

He swung his grindstone from his back and set it on the ground.

“Will you please sharpen my scissors?” asked Mother.

The scissors-grinder took the scissors in his hand.

Then “Whir-r-r, whir-r-r, whir-r-r,” went the grindstone. Sparks flew from the whirring stone.

Bobby and Betty stepped back. They were afraid of the grindstone.

“Any knives to grind?” asked the scissors-man when the scissors were ground.

“Yes,” answered Mother. “I wish you would grind this knife.”

Again the wheel went, “Whir-r-r, whir-r-r, whir-r-r.”

Again sparks flew from the grindstone.