The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1882-03-10
A story for the Little Folks.

A PUMPKIN PIE.
May Blossom and Pink Rose made it.
They We're going by Uncle Tony
Dutf's garden one day, and they stopped
a minute to look through the fence.
Uncle Tony was there in the garden
among his cabbages, and carrots, and
potatoes, and pumpkins.
He was a little old black man, who
lived all alone, and kept soul and body
together by raising all he could on his
little garden patch, and doing odd jobs
for the rest.
"Hil" he called to May and Pink
when he discovered them, as he very
soon did "don't ye want this, now, to
make We iacky-lantern ?"
"Oh, if you please" cried Pink and
May together. 1t was a little green
pumpkin, and, though they didn't know
slack lanterns, they did knowpumpkin
pies.
So Uncle Tony went up to the fence
and dropped the little pumpkin over into
one of the white aprons held up to re-
ceive it.
They took turns in carrying it, Pink
and May, and talked about what they
would do with it, all the way home.
" It's very small, said May Z" it isn't
much bigger'n your head, Pink, but [
wouldn't wonder if 'twould be enough
for pie"
Uncle Tony said to make IA
Johnny-lantern, " said Pink.
Jacky-lantern he said," answered
May, laughing little because she
couldn't help it. and not laughing any
more than she could help for fear Of
hurting Pink's feelings. ''But shan't
I don't know how. Let's we make q
pie all ourselves, and, 0 Pink, we'll give
it to old Mrs. Dibble. I don't b'lieve
she's got any pun 'kins."
Well, let's We" beamed Pink.
"And FLASK my Cousin Katy how She
goes to a cookers school when she's to
home And she knows-oh, everything p
at the pumpkin f.; g as if l couldn't make
a pie I've watched Mary make 'em
lots of times. Well make it over to our
house, cause I'm the biggest, and 1
know mamma IL let us"
Mamma was tying the string of her
bonnet when May and Pink rushed IN.
We've got pumpkin p cried May,
all in a hutter.
"Uncle Tony Duff gave it to u.s."
chimed Pink.
"And we want to n axe pie" went
on May.
"For Aunt Polly Dlbble," added
Pink's soft little voice "'cause we don't
think she's got any,"
Mamma laughed. "Well, you may"
said she, Z" if Mary is willing to be both
cred. i"
Now, mamma had quite forgotten that
Mary was having an afternoon out. She
only remembered it as she was going
down the street, and then she hoped the
children weren't in mischief, and thought
no more about it.
The children were not in mischief, oh,
no, indeed They were making
pumpkin pie.
> At first they didn't know how to be-
gin.
"We might get a precipie, said Pink,
anxiously.
"Recipe, you mean," said May, with
q smothered smoker. "Let's 90 over
and ask Mrs. Simpkins to give us one.
Pink. Gramma would, but she's up to
Uncle Charles"
Over to Mrs. Simpkins' they went.
Mrs. Simpkins was a nice old lady with
white cap. She took down book
from the clock shelf and put on her
glasses.
Pumpkin pie,' she read. "Cook
your pumpkin, stewing the water out as
much as possible. Sift through col
lendar. Add two cups of sugar, four
eggs, teaspoonful of all kinds of spice,
little salt Thin with milk according to
judgment. Bake with one crust. Can
you remember that, dears ?"
They thought they could, though all
the while Mrs. Simpkins had been read
ing Mays eyes kept saying to Pink's
eyes, "Oh dear, we never can" But
they thanked her very politely before
they ran home. When they got there
they only remembered that the pumpkin
was to be cooked, and they knew that
before.
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