Eph rolled over and made a dash on his hands and knees for his basket of pies. Phineas was already walking rapidly up the road. 

  

  

 CHAPTER FIVE 

The stout woman was not Mrs. Deacon. She turned off the street before the truant pie-men had gone many steps, and they returned to the grass beside the bridge. For some reason they were not so jubilantly hopeful. 

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 “Dog it!” said Eph, as they seated themselves in the shade, “I wish t' goodness I hadn't mashed that pie on you, Phin. I don't know what on earth I'm goin' to say to her about it. She's pesky stingy with her pies these days.”  

 “Same way up to my house,” said Phineas; “but that'll all be different when we get the American Pie Company goin'. I guess we'll likely have pie every day then, hey? An' not have nobody's nails in our hair, neither.”  

 “Speakin' of nails,” said Eph, but not enthusiastically, “think we'd better make our own nails. We'll need a lot of 'em, to crate up pies an' bread to ship.”  

 “Yes,” said Phineas; “an' we'll just take over the steel business while we're about. We'll have a department to do buildin'; there ain't any use payin' other folks a big profit to build our mills, an' we might as well do buildin' fer other folks. An' we'll need steel rails fer our railroads.”  

 Eph began to grow enthusiastic again. 

 “We'd ought to build our own mines, too,” he suggested. 

 “An' run our own stores to sell our bread an' pies in every town,” said Phin. 

 “An' our own cannin' factories to can our fruit,” said Eph. 

 “An' our own can-factories to make the cans,” added Phin. 

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