Grandmother was getting ready for Thanksgiving. Peter and Polly and
father and mother were going to her house on that day.
So grandmother was making mince pies. She was making other things, too.
One was fruit cake.
Peter and Polly were down at grandmother's, helping. At least, Polly was
helping and Peter was hindering.
He seemed bound to stand just where grandmother wished to walk. He
spilled a cup of milk on the table. After he had wiped it up, he upset
some flour.
But he did not mean to hinder.
Polly watched her grandmother make the pies. She watched her roll the
pie crust thin and trim it to the size of the plate.