"
So Curly and Flop went off to help Uncle Wiggily, and the pie lady--
for such they called her--started her baking. She peeled the apples
and cut them up, and then she got the piecrust mixed. Uncle Wiggily
had already built a fire so she did not have to do that. And all the
while she whistled and whistled, until it made you feel glad and
happy just to hear her. And when you smelled that apple pie baking--
well, say! I mustn't write any more about that, or I'll want to put
my typewriter down cellar, and go out hunting for the lady myself.
Pretty soon Flop, who was helping Uncle Wiggily with the motorboat,
sniffed the air, grunted once or twice, and said:
"I smell something good! I guess I'll go see what it is."
"All right," said Curly, who was quite tired from having assisted
his rabbit uncle to haul up the boat. "I'll stay here, Flop, and
when you find the good thing that you smell, bring me some."
So Flop promised, and he kept sniffling away, and the lovely smell
grew plainer and plainer as he moved toward the bungalow, until he
exclaimed:
"Ah, I know what it is! The pie lady! Oh, I wonder if the pie is
done?"
Nearer and nearer he went to the bungalow, and he heard a whistle,
and then he saw the pie lady bustling around with a long apron on,
and Flop asked:
"Is the pie done?"
"Almost, little piggie boy," she answered.
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