BOB MAKES TROUBLE "Bob! Bob!" called a woman in loud tones, as she came to the kitchen door, her arms, with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, covered with flour.

"Bob, I want you to go to the store for me.

I need some more lard for this pie-crust." There was no answer, and the woman looked across the big yard at one side of the cottage.
"Where can that boy be ?" Mrs.Henderson murmured.

"I saw him here a little while ago.

He's never around when I want him.