But of course we thought of the right way at last--which was to cook the ladder, too, in the pie.

So then we laid in with Jim the second night, and tore up the sheet all in little strings and twisted them together, and long before daylight we had a lovely rope that you could a hung a person with.

We let on it took nine months to make it.
And in the forenoon we took it down to the woods, but it wouldn't go into the pie.

Being made of a whole sheet, that way, there was rope enough for forty pies if we'd a wanted them, and plenty left over for soup, or sausage, or anything you choose.

We could a had a whole dinner.
But we didn't need it.