Then they had some freshly baked bread.
“How good! How good!” Osmo exclaimed. “What is it?”
“Just plain bread,” the Man said, “baked from the wheat you and I planted together.”
Osmo was more surprised than ever.
“Why, do you know,” he said, “my turnips and my bread don’t taste a bit like this!”
The Man burst out laughing and Osmo wondered why.
