CHAPTER XIII
MORE MISCHIEF
When Grandma finally had Sunny Boy all dusted free from flour, she asked him if he thought he could keep out of mischief till supper time.
He was sure he could, and ran off to find Jimmie while Grandma and Mrs. Allen went back to finish their interrupted visit.
“Hello, Sunny,” Jimmie greeted him. Jimmie was mending a piece of the orchard fence. “What are you eating—pie?”
For Grandma had seen to it that Sunny had his saucer pie—grandmas are like that, you know.
“Want a bite?” asked Sunny.
But Jimmie, it seemed, had been eating apples all the afternoon and he did not care for apple pie.
“Let me help,” urged Sunny. “I can hold the fence up, Jimmie.”