The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1876-10-13

Peter took it gladly. II smelled nice,
and was of a beautiful color. But upon
taking bite he found it was crust all
the way through.
"Tbat or none I" called out the baker
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.
" 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. .fIIIF
ellis teeth want sharpening!" cried
Squash Cap. "But who'll turn the
grindstone Z"
81 will !" cried short, fat man in a
white apron.
"And who are youl" said Squash
Cap. oi
:" I'm the French cook, said the white
aproned man. 81 cam make good pies
and I'll turn the grindstone.
But who'll pour on the water ?" 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 capg"
I'm the jolly bakers boy !" said he.
81 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 prisoner !" the Pepper
Box in uniform shouted cut suddenly.
Then Peter was dropped I; for what
ever is in uniform must be obeyed.
Forward March Stand The
prison Enter -
Bang Clang! Whang!" went the
iron doors, and Peter sat down in prison,
all alone. But down the wall near him
came creeping the two things.
q am very glad to see you" said
Peter. "This is dismal place. am
lonely, very. How did you get here 2"
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, so
dear o dear o dear !" as loud as
he could.
"Do you like piesa" 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 O roiling-pin in his hand.
600 you like pies9" he asked sternly.
every much, answered Peter.
(Which part do you like best, the
outside part or the middle part 2"
"The middle part" said Peter very
quickly.
"Well, then, come with me to the
Kitchen" said the French cook, with
grim smile.
In the kitchen great fires were burn
ing, and ovens were well heated. The
French cook took his rolling-pin and
rolled out pie-crust enough to line
large platter. He then laid Peter in,
right side up with care, and covered him
over with upper crust.
"Now you have the middle part !"
cried the French cook. "This dough
is all made of the crusts you left ut
table, done Overt"
ooh, now am punished Now am
punished I" cried Peter. "But, Oh
Mister French cook, pie-covers have al.
ways holes pricked in them to breathe
through |"
"Very true" said the French cook.
"And will now prick the holes"
So he took the toasting-fork, and at
e, cry prick Peter squirmed aud jumped,
which made the upper crust look very
bunchy.
"Quiet 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 new sort
of pie. IT'S called Peter pie u
But Peter found the slow oven to be
much too hot for his feelings. He
turned and rolled, and rolled and
turned, and at last he rolled out of the
platter.
He dreamed that he rolled out of the
platter, but in reality he rolled out of
his bed i'll his chamber, and came down
bang! upon the floor.
ooh dear Oh dear 90 90 on!
on Won wou won hoo WOO !" bel
lowed Peter.
Then all the people came running up
stairs.
What's the matterl What's the
matter z" y-a
CT don't want-to-be-baked I"
said Peter, crying.
Baked, indeed !" cried his mother.
And she stripped off three quilts and a
blanket.
"Where did you bump you :" cried
Tom.
Have--you seen - the caterril-
lars 2" answered Peter, sobbing.
Then everybody laughed.
The next morning, at breakfast, il was
wonderful to see the way Peter ate the
brown bread crusts.
A." Have Won had your teeth sharpened