Story Time With Peggy Halliday Young - Mrs. Peter Perkins' Purple Pie (Book 2)
Mrs. Peter Perkins prepared a pretty purple
pie from pure pastry flour. She sliced sour
sapapples and yummy yellow quinces and put
them in the pretty pie. Then, she stewed
some purple grapes to give the pretty pie
color and added sweet sugar for flavor. She
topped the fresh fruit with better baking
butter and carefully covered the pretty
purple pie with flaky pastry crust and
popped it into the oven. Soon steamy
savory smells seeped out of the oven. The
pretty pie was baking to a golden butter
Cosmo, the cat, purring loudly, sniffed
the savory smells and carefully curled
her twitchy tail around the table leg.
Dagmar Dog looked longingly to where the
steamy savory smells were seeping.
The precious pussy and puppy waited while
Mrs. Peter Perkins opened the oven door.
She placed the pretty purple pie ever so
carefully on the green window sill to cool.
Then, she went to work elsewhere.
The pretty purple pie stopped steaming. The
steamy savory smells stopped seeping and it
waited on the window sill to be eaten. Cosmo,
the cat and Dagmar Dog decided definitely that
this dreamy delicacy did not belong to pussy
cats or puppy dogs so they went away.
Hungry Harry Perkins hurried home from
school. "A pretty purple pie!" he cried.
"Made with sliced sour sapapples, yummy
yellow quinces, grapes for color, and sweet
sugar for flavor." And-----he ate
two pieces! Then, he hurried hastily away.
Slow Sam, the hired hand, wandered wearily
in from cutting grass. "A pretty purple pie!"
he slowly said. "Made with sliced sour
sapapples, yummy yellow quinces, grapes
for color, and sweet sugar for flavor."
And----he ate two pieces! Then, he wandered
Mr. Peter Perkins perkily perched
himself on a ladder to fix the kitchen
window and saw the pie resting on
the green window sill. "A pretty
purple pie!' he cried. "Made with
sour sapapples, yummy yellow quinces,
grapes for color, and sweet sugar for
flavor." And-----he ate the last
two pieces. Then, he unperched himself
from the ladder and perkily bounced away.
There was no pie left when Mrs. Peter
Perkins came back into her cooking
kitchen. Only an empty pie pan silently
sat on the green window sill. She looked
out of the window and watched three happily
Hurrying Harry was busy raking the lawn.
Slow Sam was whistling while trimming
the thorny hedge. Mr. Peter Perkins was
singing simple silly songs while bustling
in the bushes. Everyone was happy so what
did Mrs. Peter Perkins do. Why, she smiled
sweetly. Her pretty purple pie had been a
pretty purple happy-making pie, and she