“The names of the things she is going to buy,” said Betty. “Isn’t that what you are writing, Mother?”
“Yes, dear,” answered Mother. “I am making a list of the things to buy at the grocery store.”
All were soon ready to go.
Mother put baby in his carriage.
Betty carried her shopping bag, and Bobby had a market basket on his arm.
“Oh, see what is in the window!” said Bobby when they came up to the grocery store.
The groceryman had a beautiful window.
There were baskets of ripe red apples.