“See those chocolate cookies,” said Betty.
“Where are the pies?” whispered Bobby.
“Up there,” said Betty. “Don’t you see them on that shelf?”
“Oh,” said Bobby. “I see them now.”
“It’s our turn next,” whispered Betty.
“What will you have little boy?” asked the baker.
“A cherry pie, please,” said Bobby.
“Here is a nice one,” said the baker. “It is just out of the oven.”
“How much is it?” asked Bobby.