Peter said, "I guess I do not like to pull candy. I am going to make fly paper of mine. It is sticky enough."
"Yes," said mother. "It is sticky. But you are doing very well."
"Mine is ready to cut up, I think," said Polly.
She laid it on the clean kitchen table. She pulled it out into a long, thin strip. Then she took a pair of clean scissors. She cut the strip into short pieces.
"That is just the way," said mother. "Put it on the buttered plate. You are a good candy maker. Grandmother must have some of this. O Peter! What are you doing?"
Poor Peter had somehow got his hand stuck to his hair.
"I am just trying to get my hand away," said Peter. "But it is stuck."
"I should think it is," said mother. "You must sit quite still until I get my candy ready to cut. Then I will help you."
"O Peter! How funny you look!" laughed Polly. And indeed he did look funny, with his hand held close to his hair.