"Are you sure you put enough sugar in?" he asked Sue.
"You don't have to put sugar in mince-meat—it's already in," answered his little girl.
Mrs. Brown took a taste of Sue's pie. She, too, made a funny face, and then she asked: "Where did you get the jar of mince-meat, Sue?"
"From the cupboard where you told me, Momsie, next to the glass jar of peaches."
"On which side of the jar of peaches?"
"Let me see—it was the side I write my letters with—my right hand, Mother."
"Oh dear!" cried Mrs. Brown. "I should have told you! But the egg woman came just then. I should have told you the left side of the jar of peaches. On the right side was a jar of pickled chow-chow. It looks a lot like mince-meat, I know, but it is quite different. The real mince-meat was on the left of the peach jar. Oh, Sue! You've made your pie of chow-chow."
"I was thinking Sue had found out a new kind of pie," said Daddy Brown. "Never mind, there are some cakes and cookies."
"Oh, dear!" cried Sue, and there were tears in her eyes. "I did so want my mince pie to be nice!"
"It was good," said Tom. "The crust is the best I ever ate, and the pickled insides will go good on the fish."