AT THE GROCERY STORE
Bobby and Betty were up early next morning.
“We are going to the grocery store today,” said Betty when she came down stairs.
“Hurrah!” cried Bobby. “I’ll spend my penny. Here it is. I’ll put it in my coat pocket now.”
“Mine is in my shopping bag,” said Betty.
After the breakfast dishes were put away, Mother sat down to write.
“I know what Mother is writing,” said Betty.
“What is Mother writing?” asked Bobby.
“The names of the things she is going to buy,” said Betty. “Isn’t that what you are writing, Mother?”
“Yes, dear,” answered Mother. “I am making a list of the things to buy at the grocery store.”
All were soon ready to go.
Mother put baby in his carriage.
Betty carried her shopping bag, and Bobby had a market basket on his arm.
“Oh, see what is in the window!” said Bobby when they came up to the grocery store.
The groceryman had a beautiful window.
There were baskets of ripe red apples.
There were baskets of big blue plums.
There were rows of oranges and lemons.
There were ever so many kinds of fruit in the groceryman’s window.
“A fine day, Madam,” the groceryman said, when they went in the store. “What can I do for you today?”
“I want some fresh eggs,” said Mother.
“These are fresh from the country,” said the groceryman.
“I will take two dozen,” said Mother.
“What will you have next?” asked the groceryman.
“A pound of your best butter,” said Mother.
“Do you need potatoes?” asked the groceryman.
“Put me up a peck,” said Mother. “And I will take this basket of ripe tomatoes.”
“Any fruit?” asked the groceryman.
“How much are the peaches?” asked Mother.
“Thirty cents a basket,” answered the groceryman.
“I will take a basket of peaches,” said Mother.
“Anything else, Madam?” asked the groceryman.
“That is all today, thank you,” said Mother.
“Do you wish to take anything with you?” asked the groceryman.
“I will take the butter and eggs,” said Mother. “You may send the other things.”
Mother paid for the groceries, then turned to Bobby and Betty.
Betty had bought a big blue plum.
But Bobby wanted to cross the street and buy a lollipop.
“You may,” said Mother. “The way is clear now. You may cross over. Be sure to come right back.”
Bobby ran across the street and was soon back with a lollipop.
“Take a bite, baby,” said Bobby.
And Bobby gave baby a bite of his lollipop.
“Take a bite, baby,” said Betty.
And Betty gave baby a bite of her big blue plum.
“We must go home now,” said Mother to the children.
Then she put the butter in Bobby’s basket and the eggs in the carriage at baby’s feet.
Handy Pandy, Jack-a-dandy,Loves plum cake and sugar candy.He bought some at the grocer’s shopAnd out he came, hop-hop-hop.
Handy Pandy, Jack-a-dandy,Loves plum cake and sugar candy.He bought some at the grocer’s shopAnd out he came, hop-hop-hop.
Handy Pandy, Jack-a-dandy,Loves plum cake and sugar candy.He bought some at the grocer’s shopAnd out he came, hop-hop-hop.
Handy Pandy, Jack-a-dandy,
Loves plum cake and sugar candy.
He bought some at the grocer’s shop
And out he came, hop-hop-hop.
Currants on a bush,And six on a stem,And cherries on a bending boughAnd Ned to gather them.—Christina G. Rossetti
Currants on a bush,And six on a stem,And cherries on a bending boughAnd Ned to gather them.—Christina G. Rossetti
Currants on a bush,And six on a stem,And cherries on a bending boughAnd Ned to gather them.
Currants on a bush,
And six on a stem,
And cherries on a bending bough
And Ned to gather them.
—Christina G. Rossetti
—Christina G. Rossetti
I went to the market and bought it.I returned home and wept with it.An onion
I went to the market and bought it.I returned home and wept with it.An onion
I went to the market and bought it.I returned home and wept with it.
I went to the market and bought it.
I returned home and wept with it.
An onion
An onion