r wagon. Rattling and clattering,
she hears the butcher's wagon come down the street. "Is there anything
in that wagon for us?" asks Ruth. And her mother answers, "Yes, a little
chicken." Then rattling and clattering off to Ruth's house goes the
butcher's wagon down the street.

Now while Ruth is away at school Bessie washes the spinach and chops it
up fine and puts it on the stove to boil. She puts the little chicken in
a pan and puts it in the oven to roast. Then she puts some big potatoes
in the oven to bake. Then she slices some bread and cuts off a piece of
butter and pours out some glasses of milk.

When Ruth comes home from school she smells something good. "Dinner's
all ready," calls Bessie. Ruth answers, "Come father, come mother. I'm
hungry."

So Ruth and her father and mother sit down at the table and they drink
the milk and they eat the bread and the spinach and the potatoes and the
chicken which the milk horse and the bread horse and the grocery auto
and the butcher's wagon brought in the morning.

[Illustration]

THE GROCERY MAN

Prrrip! prrrip! prrrip! the telephone rings in the grocery store.
"Hello," says the grocery man. "Who are you?"

"I'm Ruth's mother. Good morning, Mr. Grocery Man."

"Good morning, Ruth's Mother. What can I send you today?"

"Please, Mr. Grocery Man, send me some potatoes and some graham crackers
and a package of sugar and some carrots."

"Is that all, Ruth's Mother?"

"Yes, that's all. Goodbye, Mr. Grocery Man."

"Goodbye, Ruth's Mother."

So the grocery man hangs up the telephone and takes a basket and in the
basket he puts some potatoes, some graham crackers, a package of sugar
and some carrots.

Then prrrip! prrrip! prrrip! the telephone rings again.

"Hello!" says the Grocery Man. "Who is this?"

"This is John's Mother. Good morning, Mr. Grocery Man."

"Good morning, John's Mother. What can I send you today?"

"Please, Mr. Grocery Man, send me some spinach and some apples and some
butter and some eggs."

"Is that all, John's Mother?"

"Yes, that's all. Goodbye, Mr. Grocery Man."

"Goodbye, John's Mother."

So the Grocery Man hangs up the telephone and takes another basket and
in the basket he puts some spinach and some apples and some butter and
some eggs.

Then prrrip! prrrip, prrrip! the telephone rings another time.

"Hello!" says the Grocery Man. "Who are you?"

"I'm Robert's Mother. Good morning, Mr. Grocery Man."

"Good mornin