He seemed bound to stand just where grandmother wished to walk. He spilled a cup of milk on the table. After he had wiped it up, he upset some flour.
But he did not mean to hinder.
Polly watched her grandmother make the pies. She watched her roll the pie crust thin and trim it to the size of the plate.
She said, "If I had some dough, I am sure I could do that."
Her grandmother gave her some and a little plate. Polly rubbed the plate with melted butter. Then she rolled out the dough and put it on the plate.
"That is very good, Polly. Now we will fill our pies. Here is the mincemeat."
Polly tried to make her little pie look like grandmother's large one.
"Next we must put on the covers," said grandmother. "Roll yours out like mine."
She had Polly stick a knife through her cover in four places. Ask your mother why she did this.
Then she helped Polly put on her cover, for that was quite hard to do. Last of all she showed her how to pinch together the edges.