The Portland daily press., 1882-02-02
A Pumpkin Pie.
May Blossom and Pink Rose made it.

May Blossom and Pink Rose made it.
They were going by Uncle Tony Duff's gar
den one day, and they stopped minute tolook
through the fence.
Uncle Tony was there in the garden among
his cabbages and carrots and potatoes and
pumpkins
He was little old black man, who lived all
alone, and kept soul and body together by rails
Ing all he could on his little garden patch, and
doing odd jobs for the rest.
"Hi!" he called to May and Pink when he
discovered them, as he very soon did; "don' ye
want this, now. to make ye a jacky-lantern?"
"Oh, If you please" cried May and Pink to-
gether 1t was little green pumpkin, and
though they didn't know ''jack lanterns they
did know pumpkin pies.
So Uncle Tony went up to the fence and
dropped the little pumpkin over into one Of the
white aprons held up to receive it.
They took turns in carrying it, Pink and May,
and talked about what they would do with 1t,
all the way home.
bigger'n your head, Pink, but woul ldn't won
der If 'twould be enough for pie"
tUncle Tony said to make IA Johnny-lan-
term" said Pink.
sJacky-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 a
pie all ourselves, and, o, Pink, we'll give it to
old Mrs Dibble. don't believe she's got any
pun kins."
ask my cousin Katy how She goes to cook
er's school when she's to home. And she knows
oh, everythingl'
"Pooh!" said May, taking her turn at the
pumpkin; Z" s if couldn't make a pie! I've
watched Mary make 'em lots of times. Well
make it over to our house cause Pm the big
gest, and know mamma'll let u.s.
Mamma was tying the strings of her bonnet
when May and Pink rushed in.
"We've got pumkin," cried May, all in a
futter.
'Uncle Tony Duff gave it to us" chimed
Pink
"And We want to make pie" went on May.
'For Aunt Dolly Dibble," added Pink's soft
little voice; =" cause we don't think she's got
any,
Mamma laughed swell, you may" said
she, 'if Mary is willing to be bothered"
Now, mamma had quite forgotten that Mary
was having an afternoon out. She only re-
membered it as she was going down the street;
and then she hoped the children weren'tin mis-
chief 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 just how to begin.
''We might get precipice,' said Pink, anx-
iously.
Recipe, you mean,' said May, with smoth-
cred snicker. ''Let's go over and ask Mrs.
Simpkins to tell us one, Pink Gramma would,
but she's up to Uncle Charities"
Over TO Mrs. Simpkins they weat. Mrs.
Simpkins was nice old lady with white cap.
She took book down from the clock shelf aud
put on her glasses.
Pumpkin pie," she read. 'fCook your pump
kin, stewing the water out as much as possible.
Sift through cullender. Add two cups Of su-
gar four eggs. teaspoonful of all kinds of spice,
little salt. Thin with milk according to judg-
ment Bake with one crust. Can you remem-
Der that, dears?"
They thought they could, though all the while
Mrs. Simpkins had been reading, Mays eyes
kept saying to Pink's eyes, "Oh, dear, we new
er can!'' But they thanked her very politely
before they ran home. When they got there
they only remembered that the pampkin was
TO be cooked, and they knew that before
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