“What is the man going to do with the chickens?” asked Bobby.
“He is going to sell them,” answered Father.
“I know where he is going,” said Betty. “He is on his way to the meat market.”
“No, dear. The chicken man used to sell chickens from his basket on the street.”
“Does he do it now?” asked Betty.
“No, Betty,” answered Father. “It was a long time ago that the chicken man sold chickens on the street.”
“We saw chickens today,” said Bobby. “They were in a cage just outside the meat market.”
“We saw a rabbit, too,” said Betty.
Just then Betty turned a page in her book and came to the picture of a rabbit woman.