Bobby and Betty with the workers

by Katharine Elizabeth Dopp

“Eighteen cents,” answered the baker.

“Mother gave me twenty cents,” said Bobby.

“Pies are eighteen cents today,” said the baker. “What next?”

“That’s all Mother told us to buy,” said Bobby.

“Eighteen, twenty cents,” said the baker. “Here is your change. Is the little girl your sister?”

“Yes, sir,” answered Bobby.

“Good day,” said the baker. “Who is next?”

“Good day,” said Bobby and Betty.

“Let me carry the pie, Bobby,” said Betty.

Betty took the pie, and Bobby held the pennies in his hand.