The question startled him: he had not thought of the inside of the pie.
“Oh, almost anything,” said he, carefully trimming the edges of the lower crust.
“Are there any lemons?”
“No, Jack used a dozen yesterday for one pitcher of lemonade,” said Lucy.
“But we have some very green apples if the children haven’t eaten them all.”
“Fly round then and slice ’em.”
“How impertinent!” cried the whole family. “Take notice, this is the way Buttons makes pies.”
But they “flew round,” all five of them, and picked some very green currants off the bushes in the back yard with merry good will.
“Now, behold me fill my pies,” said Preston, slowly sifting a cup of sugar over the bottom crust before he put in the currants.