The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1901-12-03
The Seaside Bakery.

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cred on the beach one bright morn
ing.
What shall we do?" said Bobby
White. MY mother says I can't wade
because I went in too far last night"
Let's make sand pies" said Gladys,
who was always ready with something,
tits lots of fun if we have done it be-
fore"
"All right" chorused Bobby, Mabel,
Derry. Phil and Ted; so they set to
work.
The sand was baked hard and dry
from the July sun, so no board was
needed on which to turn the pies when
they were done.
But small difficulty arose
How can we make any other kinds
except the brown bread Ioaves our
beach pals make?" queried Phil.
No one knew. The girls and boys had
no other utensils, but certainly brown
bread must not be the only article for
sale.
you wait minute" said Gladys,
wisely, 81 don't board at the hotel, as
the rest of you do, and I'll run up to
my house and bring down some of
mammals baking tins"
She ran off, and soon returned with
her hands full of bright tins.
Here are mammals doughnut cut
ter, little crinkled tin, and a tin in
the shape Of a man. Now, let's go to
work"
Gladys, as the originator of the plan,
was at the head of the bakery.
The doughnuts came out to a T,
when the dry sand was mixed with
little damp.
The children had to try two or three
times before they were satisfied with
their man; for his head would drop
OFF, until they sprinkled water all over
him, and left him in the mould until
he hardened.
At last everything was done. A long
row of pies, brown bread loaves, men,
doughnuts. and round cakes, stood on
the sand.
AS the children stood reviewing their
bakery, Mabel's big brother, Reginald.
came along the beach toward the bevy
of girls and boys.
They all ran to meet him, for Regi-
nald was captain of the baseball nine
at Harvard, and was considered by the
boys to be perfection itself.
What are you doing?" he asked, as
he reached the bakery.
We've been making sand pies" an
swered Derry.
Sand pies, Ell? can show you how
to make a sand pie"
So saying, Reginald dumped some
sand into a pail which stood near.
That's the = -four" he continued,
"now, we want some salt and pepper,
and here go some plums. We want this
to be an extra nice pie, you know"
Having sprinkled in a lot of sand,
he handed the pail to Ted with a low
bow, and said:
There's your pie, and now for a
game of ball"
Reginald ranged them all in line,
with Mabel at the head; then he FUN
bled around in his pocket after the
ball: but it was not ball which he
rolled along the sand to Mabel's feet;
it was an orange. and Mabel picked il
up with glad cry.
More than one ball seemed needful
in this queer game, for an orange was
rolled to every one of the children.
Ted had a chase for his, however;
the beach sloped somewhat, and the
orange rolled down toward the water
Two or three times Ted almost touched
it, and at last he captured his prize
just at the waters edge.
had a chase for that" he laughed
as he came up.
st should think you did" answered
Reginald. We'll goodbye; 1 hope
you'll like my pie.
Orange pie, should think" shout
ed Mabel; and then the children wen
to shady place to eat their oranges
Helen Tucker Lord in Boston Her.
aid