“She doesn’t come here,” said Betty.
“No, dear,” said Father. “Women don’t sell fruit from wheelbarrows on our streets.”
“Why not?” asked Betty.
“Because that work is now done by men,” Father answered.
“The banana man has a pushcart,” said Bobby. “But the fruit and vegetable man has a horse and wagon.”
For study and play:
Tippety, tippety, tippety, toe.
Give me a banana and I’ll go.
Cherries, cherries! Big as plums!