Part 2

“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.

_For study and play_:

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 bough And Ned to gather them.

—CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI

_Riddle_:

I went to the market and bought it. I returned home and wept with it.

_An onion_

THE GROCERY BOY COMES WITH THE GROCERIES

“Do you hear that wagon?” asked Bobby. “It’s coming bumpety, bumpety, bumpety, bump!”

“Yes,” answered Betty. “How that wagon rattles and bumps! O Bobby, it’s stopping here!”

“Oh, I know now what wagon it is,” said Bobby. “It’s the grocery wagon. The grocery boy is bringing Mother’s groceries.”

“Let’s run and meet him,” said Betty.

“Did you bring something for us?” Bobby asked the grocery boy.

“Yes,” said the grocery boy. “This box of groceries is for your mother.”

By this time the grocery boy was at the back door. Mother met him.

“Your groceries, Madam,” said the boy as he put the box on the kitchen floor.

“Thank you,” said Mother.

When the boy went back to his wagon, Bobby asked, “Is that your horse?”

“No, but I drive it.”

“Is that your wagon?” asked Betty.

“No,” answered the grocery boy. “It belongs to the groceryman.”

“What is in the wagon?” asked Bobby.

“Groceries.”

“What are you going to do with them?” asked Bobby.

“Take them to the people who paid for them,” said the boy.

“Did they pay you?” asked Bobby.

“No,” answered the grocery boy. “They paid the groceryman.”

“Does anybody pay you?” asked Bobby.

“The groceryman pays me,” said the boy, and he jumped into the wagon and drove away.

“The groceryman has everything nice to eat,” said Betty. “His store is full of nice things to eat.”

“Let’s play we have a grocery store,” said Bobby.

Just then Mother called, “Come, Bobby! Come, Betty! Help me put the groceries away.”

Bobby and Betty helped Mother.

Then she gave them the box the grocery boy left.

“That’s just what I want, Mother,” said Betty. “That will make a nice grocery store.”

Mother gave them some empty boxes to put in their grocery store.

They had a good time playing store.

Dolly and Teddy-bear came to their store to buy groceries.

Then Bobby hitched Queen to his cart to take the groceries to Dolly and Teddy-bear.

_For study and play_:

Name things you buy by the peck.

How many quarts in a peck?

How many quarts in half a peck?

Apples and oranges, four for a penny; You’re a good scholar to count so many.

_Riddle_:

Down in the meadow is a green house, In the green house is a white house, In the white house is a red house, The red house is full of little negroes.

_A watermelon_

THE BANANA MAN

“Ba-na-nas! Ba-na-nas!” called the banana man.

“Who is calling?” said Bobby.

“The banana man,” answered Betty.

“I see him,” said Bobby. “He is coming down the street with his pushcart.”

Again the banana man called out, “Ba-na-nas! Ba-na-nas!”

“Let’s ask Mother if we can buy some bananas,” said Bobby.

Bobby and Betty ran in to Mother.

“O Mother,” said Betty. “The banana man is coming. Please buy some bananas.”

“Please, Mother,” said Bobby.

“You may buy a dozen for me,” said Mother. “Betty, it is your turn to buy today.”

“Why can’t I do it?” asked Bobby.

“Not this time,” said Mother. “It is Betty’s turn today.”

Mother gave Betty thirty-five cents, and she bought a dozen bananas.

The banana man then went down the street calling, “Ba-na-nas! Ba-na-nas! Ba-na-nas!”

Mother had bananas at dinner that night.

Betty told Father about the banana man, and Bobby told him about his pushcart.

When the story hour came, Father said, “See if you can find the banana man in your Mother Goose books.”

Bobby and Betty looked through their books.

“I can’t find the banana man,” said Bobby.

“Here’s a woman with a wheelbarrow,” said Betty. “Does she have fruit to sell?”

“Yes,” answered Father. “That is the cherry woman.”

“Did she sell cherries?” asked Bobby.

“Yes,” answered Father. “She sold cherries and oranges and lemons.”

“She doesn’t come here,” said Betty.

“No, dear,” said Father. “Women don’t sell fruit from wheelbarrows on our streets.”

“Why not?” asked Betty.

“Because that work is now done by men,” Father answered.

“The banana man has a pushcart,” said Bobby. “But the fruit and vegetable man has a horse and wagon.”

_For study and play_:

Tippety, tippety, tippety, toe. Give me a banana and I’ll go.

Cherries, cherries! Big as plums! Who comes! Who comes!

_Riddles_:

Riddle me, riddle me, red coat, A stick in his hand, a stone in his throat, Riddle me, riddle me, rotic, tot!

_A cherry_

Niddy, noddy, Two heads and one body.

_A wheelbarrow_

THE FRUIT AND VEGETABLE MAN

“Beets! beets! Three bunches for a dime! Beets! beets! Three bunches for a dime!” called a boy at the back gate.

“The fruit and vegetable man is at the back gate,” said Bobby. “Do you want to buy anything?”

“I will go to the door,” said Mother.

“Strawberries! strawberries! Two boxes for a quarter! Strawberries! strawberries! Two boxes for a quarter!” called the boy at the back gate.

“Bring me two boxes of strawberries,” said Mother.

“Do you want any beets?” asked the boy. “They are three bunches for a dime.”

“Bring me three bunches,” said Mother.

The fruit and vegetable man took the beets and strawberries out of the wagon.

The boy brought them to the kitchen door.

“Can you change fifty cents?” asked Mother.

“Yes,” said the boy. “Thirty-five, forty, fifty cents.”

“How much did he give you, Mother?” asked Bobby.

“Fifteen cents,” answered Mother. “That is the change.”

“I want to know how to make change,” said Bobby.

“So do I,” added Betty.

“You can learn, Bobby,” said Mother. “Take out your toy money, children. Buy and sell and learn to make change.”

_For study and play_:

The fruit man comes round every day. He brings us things to eat. He brings us apples, berries, grapes, And peaches pink and sweet.

—GRADE I, North School, Hinsdale, Illinois

O was an orange So yellow and round; When it fell off the tree, It fell to the ground, Down to the ground.

_Riddles_:

It can run and can’t walk. It has a tongue and can’t talk.

_A wagon_

What stands on its foot and has its heart in its head?

_A cabbage-head_

BOBBY AND BETTY GO TO THE MEAT MARKET

“Bobby! Betty!” called Mother one morning.

Bobby and Betty came in from their play.

“What is it, Mother?” asked Bobby. “What do you want?”

“I want you to go to the meat market and buy a pound of ham.”

“I’ll buy it,” said Bobby.

“Let me buy it,” said Betty.

“You may buy the ham today, Bobby,” said Mother. “Here is the money. Bring me the change.”

Bobby and Betty went down the street.

They were soon in front of the meat market.

“O Betty!” cried Bobby. “Look at those birds.”

“They are not birds,” said a lady. “They are chickens.”

Bobby and Betty looked at the chickens.

They were poking their heads out of a cage.

“The chickens want to get out of the cage,” said Betty.

“I wish they were out,” said Bobby. “I want to see them run.”

“Let’s go into the meat market,” said Betty.

They went in and waited their turn.

While they were waiting, they saw a rabbit hanging on a hook.

“What’s that?” asked Betty.

“I think it’s a rabbit,” answered Bobby.

“I wish I had one,” said Betty.

“Good morning,” said the big man behind the counter. “What can I do for you today?”

“I want a pound of ham,” said Bobby.

The man took a ham from a hook and cut off three slices.

He put the slices of ham on the scales.

“That is just one pound,” he said. “What next?”

“That is all,” said Bobby. “Here is the money.”

Bobby put the change in his pocket.

“Let me carry the ham, Bobby,” said Betty.

“No,” said Bobby. “Mother told me to buy it.”

“Let me carry it, I say!” cried Betty.

“No, no, no!” cried Bobby. “You bought the bananas. It’s my turn to buy today.”

_For study and play_:

To market, to market, to buy a fat pig, Home again, home again, jiggety jig.

To market, to market, to buy a fat hog, Home again, home again, jiggety jog.

To market, to market, a-gallop, a-trot, To buy some meat to put in the pot.

To market, to market, trittity-trot, To buy one mutton to put in the pot.

Jack Sprat could eat no fat, His wife could eat no lean; And so between them both, you see, They licked the platter clean.

Chicky! chicky! chick! Oh, come quick! From my little fingers A crumb you may pick.

Pork is the flesh of the ⸺.

Beef is the flesh of the ⸺.

Mutton is the flesh of the ⸺.

Ham is the ⸺ of a ⸺ cured by salting and smoking.

WHAT BOBBY AND BETTY FOUND IN THEIR BOOKS

When the story hour came, Bobby and Betty took their books from the bookcase.

“See, Father,” said Bobby. “See the man with the chickens.”

Father looked at the picture in Bobby’s book.

“What is the man going to do with the chickens?” asked Bobby.

“He is going to sell them,” answered Father.

“I know where he is going,” said Betty. “He is on his way to the meat market.”

“No, dear. The chicken man used to sell chickens from his basket on the street.”

“Does he do it now?” asked Betty.

“No, Betty,” answered Father. “It was a long time ago that the chicken man sold chickens on the street.”

“We saw chickens today,” said Bobby. “They were in a cage just outside the meat market.”

“We saw a rabbit, too,” said Betty.

Just then Betty turned a page in her book and came to the picture of a rabbit woman.

“See,” said Betty. “The woman has rabbits on a pole.”

“She has geese, too,” added Bobby.

“Who is she?” asked Betty. “What is she doing?”

“She’s a rabbit woman,” said Father. “She is going down the street selling rabbits and geese.”

“Is there a rabbit woman on our street?” asked Betty.

“No, dear,” answered Father. “The rabbit woman lived a long, long time ago.”

“Now we buy rabbits at the meat market,” said Bobby.

“Did the people have markets long ago?” asked Bobby.

“Yes,” answered Father. “They had markets. But they also had men and women who sold their wares on the streets.”

_For study and play_:

Chick, chick, chatter man, How much are your geese? Chick, chick, chatter man, Five cents apiece. Chick, chick, chatter man, That’s too dear. Chick, chick, chatter man, You get out of here.

A COUNTING-OUT RIME

R was a rabbit, Who had a bad habit Of eating the flowers In gardens and bowers. Naughty fat rabbit.

BOBBY AND BETTY MAKE SHOES FOR DOLLY

“Dolly has lost her shoe,” said Betty. “I can’t find it anywhere.”

“Look again,” said Mother.

Betty looked and looked, but she could not find it.

Bobby looked and looked, and he could not find it.

“O Mother, what shall I do?” asked Betty.

“Make a shoe,” said Mother.

“I don’t know how,” said Betty.

“Mother will show us how to make shoes,” said Bobby. “Won’t you, Mother?”

“Yes, dear,” answered Mother.

Then Mother showed Bobby and Betty how to make shoes for Dolly.

That very day Grandfather came to see Bobby and Betty.

“See, Grandfather,” said Betty. “See dolly’s new shoes.”

“They are very nice,” said Grandfather. “Who made them?”

“I made this one,” said Betty.

“I made that one,” said Bobby.

“You are good shoemakers,” said Grandfather. “Listen and I’ll sing a shoemaker’s song.”

Bobby and Betty drew up their chairs close to Grandfather’s big chair.

Then Grandfather sang this song:

“When I was a shoemaker, A shoemaker was I. I went this way, and that way, And this way, and that way. When I was a shoemaker, A shoemaker was I.”

“Sing it again,” said Bobby.

“Please do,” said Betty.

Then Grandfather sang the song and Bobby and Betty sang with him.

_For study and play_:

Little Betty Blue Lost her holiday shoe. What shall little Betty do? Make her another To match the other. Then she’ll walk on two.

Dirty shoe, dirty shoe, What will your mother and father do?

_Said to a child whose shoes are muddy_

What goes all day and sits in a corner at night?

_A shoe_

Tap-a-tap shoe, that would I do, If I had a little more leather. We’ll sit in the sun till the leather doth come, Then we’ll tap them both together.

There was an old woman who lived in a shoe. She had so many children, she didn’t know what to do. She gave them some soup and a piece of white bread, She sang them a song and put them to bed.

BOBBY AND BETTY GO TO THE SHOEMAKER’S SHOP

“There’s a hole in my shoe,” said Bobby.

“There’s a hole in mine, too,” said Betty.

“Let me see your shoes, children,” said Mother.

Bobby and Betty showed Mother their shoes.

“Take off your shoes,” said Mother. “Put on your new shoes.”

Bobby went to the closet off his bedroom and took out his shoes and put them on.

Betty went to the closet off her bedroom and took out her shoes and put them on.

“Now take your old shoes to the shoemaker,” said Mother. “Ask him to mend them.”

Mother gave Bobby and Betty some money to pay the shoemaker.

They were soon at the door of his shop.

They stood and listened to the shoemaker’s hammer.

“Rap-a-tap-tap! Rap-a-tap-tap!” went the shoemaker’s hammer.

Bobby and Betty opened the door and went into the shop.

“Good morning,” said the shoemaker.

“Good morning, good morning,” said Bobby and Betty.

“What can I do for you today?” asked the shoemaker.

“Will you please mend my shoe?” asked Bobby.

“Will you please mend my shoe?” asked Betty.

“Yes, yes,” said the shoemaker. “I will mend your shoes.”

“Here are my shoes,” said Bobby.

The shoemaker looked at Bobby’s shoes.

He looked at Betty’s shoes.

Then “Rap-a-tap-tap! Rap-a-tap-tap!” went the shoemaker’s hammer.

Bobby and Betty watched the shoemaker work.

They kept time with his hammer.

It was not long before the shoes were mended.

“Here are your shoes,” said the shoemaker.

“Thank you,” said Bobby.

“Thank you,” said Betty.

Bobby and Betty paid the shoemaker for mending their shoes.

“Thank you,” said the shoemaker.

Then Bobby and Betty said, “Good-day,” and went home with their shoes.

_For study and play_:

Shoemaker, shoemaker, mend my shoe. Give it one stitch, give it two; Give it three, and give it four, And if it needs it, give it more.

Stitch, stitch away with your needle. Pull away hard with your thread. Rub it with wax to the right and the left, And knock the old peg in the head.

If I were a shoemaker, ’Twould be my pride The best of all shoemakers to be.

PLAYING SHOEMAKER

One day Bobby and Betty had a party.

They played they were shoemakers mending shoes.

All but Bobby sat down on the floor so as to make a ring.

Then they sang:

“Rap-a-tap, tap! Tick-a-tack, too! This is the way we mend a shoe.”

While they were singing Bobby came into the room.

When they stopped singing, he said;

“Shoemaker, shoemaker, mend my shoe. Have it done by half-past two.”

“Yes,” said the shoemakers. “We will have it done by half-past two.”

Then the shoemakers worked and sang:

“Rap-a-tap, tap! Tick-a-tack, too! This must be done by half-past two.”

Soon Bobby came back and said, “It is half-past two. Is my shoe mended?”

“I have passed it to my next-door neighbor,” answered the head shoemaker.

“Is my shoe mended?” asked Bobby of the next-door neighbor.

“My next-door neighbor has it,” was the answer.

Then Bobby asked the next child; but he always got the same answer.

At last he saw who had the shoe, so he asked the right one.

Then all the shoemakers called out:

“Little boy, little boy, here is your shoe. It was mended by half-past two.”

_For study and play_:

Shoemaker, shoemaker, mend my shoe. Have it done by half-past two. Stitch it up and stitch it down, Now see with whom the shoe is found.

Shoemaker, shoemaker, mend my shoe. Give it a stitch and that will do. Here’s a nail, and there’s a prod, And now my shoe is well shod.

Tip-tap, rip-rap, Tick-a-tack-too. This way, that way, So we make a shoe, Getting rich, every stitch, Tick-a-tack-too.

When I’m a man, I’ll be a shoemaker if I can. I’ll sit on a bench, with my last held so, And in and out my needle will go. I’ll sew so strong that my work shall wear, Till nothing is left but my stitches there, When I’m a man.

AN ACTION SONG

This is the way we mend our shoes, Mend our shoes, mend our shoes; This is the way we mend our shoes, On a cold and frosty morning!

This is the way the ladies walk, Ladies walk, ladies walk; This is the way the ladies walk On a cold and frosty morning!

This is the way the gentlemen walk, Gentlemen walk, gentlemen walk; This is the way the gentlemen walk On a cold and frosty morning!

A SONG OF THE SHOEMAKER

Stretch the leather over the last, Fit it and sew it and hold it fast.

Wax the thread, pull it through and through; Stitch it and stitch it and sing a song, too.

Rap-a-tap, tap! Tick-a-tack, too! This is the way to make a shoe.

Take a sharp awl and punch a hole Right through the upper and through the sole.

Put in one peg, put in two; Chuckle and laugh as you hammer them through.

Rap-a-tap, tap! Tick-a-tack, too! This is the way to make a shoe.

Stretch the leather over the last, Fit it and sew it firm and fast.

—Adapted from a poem by an unknown writer

BOBBY AND BETTY GO TO THE SHOE STORE

“Dear me, dear me!” said Mother one night at bedtime when she looked at Bobby’s shoes.

“What’s the matter, Mother?” asked Bobby.

“How do you wear out your shoes so fast?” asked Mother. “These shoes are not fit to wear.”

“I’ll take them to the shoemaker,” said Bobby. “He’ll mend them.”

“They are past mending,” said Mother. “You must wear your other shoes every day, and we will go to the shoe store and buy a new pair.”

“May I have a new pair?” asked Betty.

“Let me see your shoes,” said Mother.

Betty came up close to Mother.

“Why, Betty!” said Mother. “Your shoes are almost as badly worn as Bobby’s.”

“May I have a new pair, Mother?” asked Betty.

“Yes, Betty,” answered Mother. “We will go to the shoe store tomorrow.”

The next day Bobby and Betty went with Mother to the shoe store.

“Shoes for children,” answered Mother when the salesman asked what he could show her.

“What kind, Madam?” asked the salesman.

“Nice, soft shoes,” said Mother, “and shoes that will wear well.”

“Their last shoes were nice and soft; but they did not wear well.”

“Children are rough with their shoes, Madam,” said the salesman.

“Better get something heavier than they have been wearing.”

“I want heavy shoes,” said Bobby. “That’s the kind the big boys wear.”

“How do you like these, Madam?” asked the salesman.

“They seem heavy for a child,” said Mother.

“I like those shoes,” said Bobby.

“Let him try them on,” said the salesman. “Let’s see how they fit. And let’s see how this shoe fits the little girl.”

The salesman then took off one of Bobby’s shoes and put a new shoe on his foot.

He took off one of Betty’s shoes and put a new shoe on her foot.

“Be sure the shoes are long enough,” said Mother. “The children are growing fast.”

“These fit very well,” said the salesman. “See, Madam, there is plenty of room.”

“How do they feel?” asked Mother.

“All right,” answered Bobby.

“These are nice shoes,” said Betty. “I like them.”

“I will take these shoes,” said Mother.

The salesman put the shoes in shoe boxes and Mother paid him for them.

Then they went into the dry-goods store, and Mother bought each of the children two pairs of new stockings.

_For study and play_:

“Little Blue Apron, How do you do? Never a stocking And never a shoe.”

Little Blue Apron She answered me: “You don’t wear stockings And shoes by the sea.”

“Why, little Blue Apron, It seems to me Very delightful To live by the sea.

“But what would hatters And shoemakers do If everyone lived By the sea like you?”

—AN OLD STORY BOOK

Any shoes to buy? Any shoes to buy Of Shoemaker John today? Pretty shoes of red, pretty shoes of black, Perhaps I’ll give them away!

With a rap, rap, rap, and a tap, tap, tap, See the Shoemaker work away, With a rap-a-tap and a rap-a-tap, Now old Shoemaker John, good day!

—LAURA ROUNTREE-SMITH

There was a young lady of Ryde, Whose shoestrings were seldom untied. She purchased some clogs, And some small spotted dogs, And frequently walked about Ryde.

—EDWARD LEAR

_Riddles_:

I tie it up and it walks. I unfasten it and it stops.

_A shoe_

What walks with its head downward?

_A nail in a shoe_

MOTHER AND BETTY GO TO THE DRESSMAKER’S SHOP

“Mother is going to the dressmaker’s today,” said Bobby. “I heard her say so.”

“I wish I could go with her,” said Betty. “I am going to ask Mother if I can go.”

“She won’t let you go,” said Bobby. “Little girls don’t go to the dressmaker’s.”

“Yes, they do,” said Betty.

Betty ran to the house. “Mother, Mother!” she cried. “Please may I go with you to the dressmaker’s?”

“Don’t you want to stay with Bobby and play with baby?” asked Mother.

“No,” said Betty. “I want to go with you.”

“I will see,” answered Mother.

Mother then called Bobby.

“Play with baby, Bobby,” said Mother. “Betty wants to go with me to the dressmaker’s.”

“Don’t let Betty go,” said Bobby. “Make her stay and take care of baby.”

“Betty will stay when you go with Father to the tailor’s shop,” said Mother. “You may go with Father when he goes to the tailor’s.”

“All right,” said Bobby. “I’ll stay if I may go with Daddy.”

Mother and Betty went to the dressmaker’s.

The dressmaker fitted Mother’s new dress.

Betty thought Mother stood very still while the dressmaker put pins in her dress.

The dressmaker pinned and pinned and pinned.

Betty thought she would never stop putting pins in Mother’s new dress.

Betty sat very still.

She looked at the dresses in the shop.

She was glad when Mother’s dress was fitted.

“When may I have it?” asked Mother.

“I will send it Saturday,” said the dressmaker.