“Put you them there pies on the shelf, and by and by they’ll come again.” She meant, you know, the crust would get soft.
The girl, she took the pies into the pantry, and she put them upon the shelf in a long even row. She looked at them, and she thought how good they would taste.
“Well, if them there pies’ll come again,” she said to herself, “I may as well eat them now.”
So she ate them all, first and last!
Come supper time, the woman said:
“Go you and get one of them there pies, I dare say they’ve come again by this time.”
The daughter she went into the pantry, and she looked at the shelf. There were the five pie plates just as she had left them,—empty! So she went back to her mother and she said:
“Noo, they ain’t come again.”
“Not one of them?” said the mother.