"And now for my pie," said Sue, as Mrs. Brown set it on the table. "I want you all to have some, and a big piece for Tom, 'cause he saved Bunny's fish."
Mrs. Brown cut the pie and passed it around. As she did so she looked carefully at the pie and the pieces.
"Isn't there enough, Mother?" asked Sue, anxiously.
"Oh, yes. But I was just thinking——"
At that moment Bunny, who had taken rather a large bite, cried:
"What kind of pie did you say this was, Sue?"
"Mince, of course."
"It tastes more like spiced pickles to me. Doesn't it to you, Tom?"
"Oh, I don't know. It tastes lots better than the pie we got to the poorhouse. I can tell you that!"
Mr. Brown, who had tasted his piece, made a funny face.