BOBBY AND BETTY
WITH THE WORKERS

By
KATHARINE ELIZABETH DOPP
Formerly Instructor and Lecturer in the Extension Division of the
University of Chicago

Illustrated by
MARY SPOOR BRAND

RAND McNALLY & COMPANY
CHICAGO NEW YORK

Copyright, 1923
By Katharine Elizabeth Dopp
All rights reserved
Edition of 1928

Made in U. S. A.

THE CONTENTS

BOBBY AND BETTY
WITH THE WORKERS

THE MILKMAN

Bobby and Betty drink milk.

The milkman brings them milk every day.

He leaves two quart bottles at the back door.

He never forgets to bring the milk.

He never stays away when it storms.

For study and play:

Find the milkman.

Find Bobby and Betty.

Round about, round about applety-pie,

Baby loves milk and so do I.

Up, Mother, up, and fill us a cup,

And baby and I will drink it all up.

—Adapted from an old rime

THE MILKMAN AND HIS HORSE

The milkman has a wise horse.

The horse knows where to stop.

He knows when to stand still.

He knows when to go on.

He doesn’t try to run away.

The horse helps the milkman.

The milkman takes bottles of milk from his wagon.

Sometimes he takes out quart bottles.

Sometimes he takes out pint bottles.

He leaves milk at the back door.

He takes empty bottles away.

He puts the empty bottles in the milk wagon.

At the end of the week he knocks at the door.

Then Mother pays him for the milk.

For study and play:

How many quarts of milk does the milkman leave at your door every day?

How many quarts of milk does the milkman leave at your door every week?

How much do you have to pay the milkman each week?

Name the days of the week. Count them.

How many pints make one quart?

Milkman, milkman, where have you been?

In Buttermilk Channel up to my chin.

I spilt my milk, and spoilt my clothes,

And got a long icicle hung to my nose.

THE ICEMAN

Mother keeps milk in the ice box.

She likes to keep it cool and sweet.

The iceman passes every day with a big ice wagon.

When Mother wants ice, Betty puts up a card.

When the iceman sees it, he cries, “Whoa! whoa!”

The big horses stop.

The iceman jumps down from his wagon.

He brings in a big block of ice.

He puts it in the ice box, and Mother gives him a ticket.

The iceman goes back to his wagon.

He jumps in and drives away.

Once Bobby and Betty ran after the ice wagon.

Mother saw them and called them back.

“Don’t run after the ice wagon,” said Mother. “Play you have an ice wagon, Bobby. Hitch Queen to your cart.”

For study and play:

I was some ice,

So white and so nice,

But which nobody tasted;

And so it was wasted,

All that good ice!

—Edward Lear

THE ICE MAN

Composed by Children

The ice wagon rattles down the street,

Thumpity, bumpity, bump!

It always comes in the summer’s heat,

Thumpity, bumpity, bump!

The ice picks clank and make such a noise,

Clinkity, clankity, clank!

Down the street run the girls and the boys,

Clinkity, clankity, clank!

Here is a card for seventy-five pounds,

Whoa there, Jerry and Joe!

Chippety chop, how the ice pick sounds,

Whoa there, Jerry and Joe!

Now he comes in at the kitchen door,

Trampity, trampity, tramp!

Dripping water all over the floor,

Trampity, trampity, tramp!

Then he goes in his wagon yellow,

Gee up, Jerry and Joe!

The iceman is a jolly fellow,

Gee up, Jerry and Joe!

—Grade III, North School,
Hinsdale, Illinois

Snow, snow faster,

Come again at Easter.

MAKING APPLE PIES

Did you ever make a pie?

Bobby and Betty make pies.

Mother gives them little pieces of pie crust.

They lay the pie crust on the bread-board.

They roll it with a rolling-pin.

They put the pie crust on little pie tins and pat it down.

Then Mother gives each of them a nice red apple.

Bobby pares his apple.

Betty pares her apple.

They quarter the apples.

They core them.

They slice them and fill their pies.

They cover them with pie crust.

They trim off the edges.

Mother puts the pies in the oven.

When they are baked, Mother takes them out.

Bobby and Betty have them at dinner.

For study and play:

Roll a pie crust,

Roll a pie crust,

With a rolling-pin.

Lift a pie crust,

Lay it gently

On a little tin.

Pare an apple,

Core an apple,

Slice it very thin.

Put the top crust

On the pie.

Then the edges trim.

B is cook Betty,

She’s baking a pie

With ten or twelve apples

All piled up on high.

Pippin, pippin, fly away,

Give me one another day.

MOTHER WANTS A CHERRY PIE

One day Mother said, “I want a cherry pie and I haven’t time to make it today.”

“Let me make it,” said Bobby.

“Let me make it,” said Betty.

“We won’t make a pie today,” said Mother. “We will buy one. You may go to the baker’s shop and buy a cherry pie.”

“Good!” said Betty.

“Come on,” said Bobby.

“Wait,” said Mother. “You cannot buy a pie without money.”

“That’s so,” said Bobby. “I forgot the money. I was going to be like Simple Simon.”

“Simple Simon couldn’t buy a pie,” said Betty. “He didn’t have a penny.”

“Can we buy a pie for a penny, Mother?” asked Bobby.

“Oh, no, Bobby. Pies cost more than they did when Simple Simon lived.”

“How much does a cherry pie cost, Mother?” asked Betty.

“Twenty cents,” answered Mother.

“Twenty cents!” cried Bobby.

“Yes,” said Mother. “Here are two dimes. Bobby, you may carry the money this time.”

“Thank you, Mother,” said Bobby. “Come, Betty, let’s go.”

For study and play:

Simple Simon met a pieman,

Going to the fair;

Says Simple Simon to the pieman,

“Let me taste your ware.”

Says the pieman to Simple Simon,

“Show me first your penny.”

Says Simple Simon to the pieman,

“Indeed, I haven’t any.”

“Can she make a cherry pie, Billy boy, Billy boy?

Can she make a cherry pie, Charming Billy?”

“She can make a cherry pie, quick as a cat can wink its eye,

She’s a young thing and cannot leave her mother.”

Up in the tree cherries I see;

Some are for you, some are for me.

AT THE BAKER’S SHOP

Soon Bobby and Betty were at the baker’s door.

They opened the latch and walked in.

“We shall have to wait until it is our turn,” said Bobby.

“How many are ahead of us?” asked Betty.

“Let’s count them,” whispered Bobby.

Bobby and Betty counted very softly, “One, two, three, four, five, six.”

“There are six ahead of us,” said Bobby.

While they were waiting, Bobby and Betty looked at the show-case.

“That’s a chocolate cake,” said Bobby.

“See those chocolate cookies,” said Betty.

“Where are the pies?” whispered Bobby.

“Up there,” said Betty. “Don’t you see them on that shelf?”

“Oh,” said Bobby. “I see them now.”

“It’s our turn next,” whispered Betty.

“What will you have little boy?” asked the baker.

“A cherry pie, please,” said Bobby.

“Here is a nice one,” said the baker. “It is just out of the oven.”

“How much is it?” asked Bobby.

“Eighteen cents,” answered the baker.

“Mother gave me twenty cents,” said Bobby.

“Pies are eighteen cents today,” said the baker. “What next?”

“That’s all Mother told us to buy,” said Bobby.

“Eighteen, twenty cents,” said the baker. “Here is your change. Is the little girl your sister?”

“Yes, sir,” answered Bobby.

“Good day,” said the baker. “Who is next?”

“Good day,” said Bobby and Betty.

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

Betty took the pie, and Bobby held the pennies in his hand.

“Why don’t you buy some chocolate cookies?” asked Betty.

“I don’t know,” answered Bobby.

“Please, Bobby, please buy some chocolate cookies!”

Bobby looked at the pennies.

He looked at the baker.

The baker was busy.

So Bobby put the pennies in his pocket

Bobby and Betty then left the baker’s shop and took the pie home to Mother.

For study and play:

To market, to market, to buy a plum cake;

Home again, home again, ne’er one baked.

The baker is dead, and all his men,

And we must go to market again.

To market, to market, to buy a plum bun;

Home again, home again, market is done.

If all the world was apple pie,

And all the sea was ink,

And all the trees were bread and cheese,

What would we have for drink?

Why does a baker wear a cap? To cover his head.

GUESS WHAT IS IN MY POCKET

Bobby and Betty went straight home and gave the pie to Mother.

“Guess what is in my pocket!” said Bobby.

“What can it be?” asked Mother.

Bobby jingled the pennies.

“Pennies,” guessed Mother.

“You guessed right,” said Bobby. “Guess how I got them?”

“Did you find them on the way home?” asked Mother.

“No,” said Bobby. “Guess again.”

“Did the baker give you some change?” asked Mother.

“You guessed right this time,” said Bobby. “Here are your pennies.”

“Thank you,” said Mother. “You did right to bring me the change.”

“We wanted to buy some chocolate cookies,” said Betty.

“The baker has some nice cookies in his show case,” said Bobby.

“You may each have a penny,” said Mother.

“Oh, thank you, thank you!” said Bobby and Betty.

“May I buy a chocolate cookie with my penny?” asked Bobby.

“Yes, Bobby dear,” said Mother. “The penny is yours. You may buy what you please.”

“May I buy a chocolate cookie with my penny?” asked Betty.

“Yes, Betty,” answered Mother. “It is your penny.”

“Was it mine when the baker gave it to Bobby?” asked Betty.

“No, dear,” answered Mother. “The penny was not yours.”

“Whose pennies were they when the baker gave them to Bobby?” asked Betty.

“I know,” said Bobby. “They were Mother’s pennies. That’s why we had to bring them to her.”

For study and play:

There is nothing so kingly as kindness,

And nothing so royal as truth.

—Alice Cary

I do like pie,

Any kind of pie,

Apple, cherry,

Or strawberry,

Custard, mince,

Prune, or quince;

But the pie I like the best,

Better far than all the rest,

Is the pie

Called pumpkin pie;

I do like pie,

Pumpkin pie!

—Selected

Heetum peetum penny pie,