The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1876-10-12
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from the back end of the cart.
"It's very hard!" cried Peter, with
tears in his eyes. And he felt for his
Jack knife. But his nightgown had no
pocket in it.
6 His teeth want sharpening, that they
do !" cried voice near by.
Peter looked up, and saw standing
there tall man dressed in yellow. He
had on cap shaped like long-necked
squash, with the neck hanging down
behind.
Ellis teeth want sharpening I" cried
Squash Cap. "But who'll turn the
grlndstone q
CT will !" cried short, fat man in a
white apron.
"And who are you2" said Squash
Cap.
tim the French cook, said the white
aproned man. 81 can make good pies
and I'll turn the grindstone.
"But who'll pour on the water e. cried
Squash Cap.
81 know his tricks I'll pour on the
water!" cried little barefooted boy.
"And who are you !" cried Sqush
Cap. Who are you, running about in
your shirt-sleeves, with your too short
breaches and your peaked paper cap 2"
I" I'm the jolly bakers boy /" said he.
"I know, his tricks; and I'll pour on the
water ~
Then Squash Cap held poor Peter
over while the fat French cook turned
the handle and the jolly bakers boy
poured on the water.
And all the while those three bright
rows, the unfeeling grandmothers and
daughters and granddaughters, merely
looked on and smiled.
Release the prisoAer !" the Pepper
Box in uniform shouted cut suddenly.
Then Peter was dropped for what
ever is in uniform must be obeyed.
q" Forward March Stand The
prison! Enter -
Bang! Olang! Whang!" went the
iron doors, and Peter sat down in prison,
all alone. But down the wall near him
came creeping the two things.
81 am very glad to see you," said
Peter. "This is dismal place. I am
lonely, very. How did you get here 90
by creeping along" they said.
''Creeping, creeping, over and under,
over and under. These walls are made
of crusts. You will have to eat your
way out. Good-by. We are going"
Then Peter sat down and cried, go
dear o dear! 0 dear!" as loud as
he could.
edo you like pies?'' Peter wiped his
eyes with his nightgown-sleeve, and then
turned to see who asked him the ques-
ton. And there stood the fat French
cook with roiling-pin in his hand.
"po you like pies?'' he asked sternly.
-''Very mach, answered Peter.
(Which part do you like best, the
outside part or the middle part o.
"The middle part, said Peter very
quickly.
"WeI, then, come with me to the
Kitchen said the French cook, with q
grim smile.
In the kitchen great fires were burn
ing, and ovens were we'll heated. The
French cook took his rolling-pin and
rolled out pie-crust enough to line q
large platter. He then laid Peter in,
right side up with care, and covered him
over with upper crust.
CHOW you have the middle part /"
cried the French cook. "This dough
is all made of the crusts you left at
table, done over /"
ooh, now am punished! Now / am
punished!" cried Peter. 'sBut, Oh
Mister French cook, pie covers have al
ways holes pricked In them to breathe
Thought"
every true" said the French cook.
Sand l viii now prick the holes.
So he took the toasting-fork, and at
ey cry prick Peter squiTmed and jumped,
which made the upper crust look very
bunchy.
"Q9iet inside there" shouted the
French cook. edo you prefer quick
oven, or slow oven? Put your mouth
to the holes and answer"
So Peter put his mouth to the holes
and called out, ga slow oven!"
"You shall be gratitied," said the
French cook. "Here, you, boy you
barefooted, short trousered, peaked
paper capped, jolly bakers boy, help me
here with this big pie. IT'S a new sort
of pie. 'Tis called Peter pie -
But Peter found the slow oven to be
much too hot for his feelings. He
turned and rolled, and rolled aud
turned, and at last he rolled out OF the
platter.
He dreamed that he rolled out of the
platter, bur in reality he rolled out Of
his bed in his chamber, and came down
bang! upon the floor.
"Oh dear Oh dear 90! 90 on !!
on wou wou wou !. hoo WOO !" bel
lowed Peter.
Then all the people came running up
stairs.
whats the matter? What's the
matter 2"
CT don't -to-be-b baked y
said Peter, crying.
"Baked, indeed 7" cried his mother.
And she stripped off three quilts and a
| blanket.
"Where did you bump you'll" cried