The pie was placed before Mrs. Remington who laughed and looked at Mose for a verdict.
“It is to be, of course!” shouted Billy, hugging his mother to show how much he loved her just then.
“How! How!” yelled the children so that the lady of the house had to cover her ears.
“Ah wishes t’ offer a sugges’ion!” remonstrated Mose.
“Silence while the proprietor of the pie speaks!” called Fred, authoritatively.
“Ef yo’ each eats a bit o’ dat bread-puddin’ Ah says, let each take a slab o’ my blueberry pie!”
“Done! Done!” promised the boys, and every one sat down to swallow large chunks of the detestable pudding.
“While I am cutting this pie I wish some one would explain why it was thought that a good dessert was prepared for this noon,” said Mrs. Remington.
“How does any hungry boy know what is in the pantry?” asked Fred.
“I don’t know, I’m sure,” replied his mother.