. Story of the mince pie . ng. Suddenly everybody beamed and cho-rused: Working! Everybody was work-ing! You are called Work! To be sure I am, and a lot of work it took 159 TALE OF THE to make this pie. All over the world many,many people had many busy days. Cant you just see them picking the rai-sins; sugaring the citron; grinding spice; cut-ting the wheat; packing the oranges; takingcare of the cow; gathering the apples, andcrushing them in the mill for cider? Oh, my dears, there is always Appleseed did an endless amount ofwork, and see what came from it. The one who packed that
. Story of the mince pie . ng. Suddenly everybody beamed and cho-rused: Working! Everybody was work-ing! You are called Work! To be sure I am, and a lot of work it took 159 TALE OF THE to make this pie. All over the world many,many people had many busy days. Cant you just see them picking the rai-sins; sugaring the citron; grinding spice; cut-ting the wheat; packing the oranges; takingcare of the cow; gathering the apples, andcrushing them in the mill for cider? Oh, my dears, there is always Appleseed did an endless amount ofwork, and see what came from it. The one who packed that box of tea andhappened to drop a grain of wheat therein,did a wonderful .thing. That tiny grainbrought us a kind of wheat we might neverhave had. Cant you just see them plantingthat tiny seed? They watched it grow,tending the little sprout till it finally cameto maturity, and more grains were last there was a wonderful crop of wheat,all due to your humble servant With a sunny nod he vanished, and they 160. I . INTERROGATION POINT looked and listened, but not even a clank ofhis girdle charms did they hear. Well! Well! cried he fine? Who would ever havethought of him as belonging to mince pie. Ifear we were all forgetting that most impor-tant point, and glad I am he remembered toappear. And now, my dears, the dawn isbreaking, we must return. uBut the mouse! cried timid about the mouse? Oh, yes, the mouse!: chorused the audi-ence breathlessly. What about themouse? Cinnamon Stick said no word, but pointeda long thin finger toward the clock. The clock struck one (which was reallyhalf-past five), the mouse ran down, and thechain clinkety clanked as he hopped to thefloor and ran away to his hole, and was seenno more. 161 TALE OF THE His disappearance seemed a signal, and atonce was heard a joyful chorus. As the dollssang they formed a procession, and two bytwo marched back to the clock and woundtheir way about the spiral columns. The Pie
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