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“Yum!” Charlotte exclaimed. “It’s too bad that Brooklyn had to miss this

for practice.”

“We’ll bring her some cider,” suggested Ms. DeRose. The plan was to buy

apples and help Brooklyn make some pies for her soccer team’s upcoming

bake sale.

Alex and Charlotte each took a basket, then boarded a horse-drawn

wagon for a short ride to the orchard. As they jostled along, Charlotte read the

farm’s apple fact sheet. “It says Granny Smiths are great for pies.”

“Let’s get the kind for applesauce, too,” Alex suggested. “Mom and I made

some last year. Mmm!”

Charlotte scanned the page. “They recommend Golden Delicious for

applesauce. And McIntosh apples are for snacks. We could take those to

school for lunch.”

The wagon drew to a stop, and the girls scrambled down. They followed

a sign marked “Golden Delicious” to a row of trees full of butter-colored

apples with tiny freckles. After filling half of Alex’s basket, they found the

McIntoshes. When Charlotte’s basket was half full of the rosy red apples, they

moved on to Granny Smiths.

“It takes three whole apples to make two cups of peeled, sliced apples.

And you need six cups for a pie,” said Charlotte. “That’s nine apples per pie.”

“Brainiac,” teased Alex.

“So we’ll need twenty-seven Granny Smiths for three pies,” Charlotte

calculated as they plucked bright green apples from the branches. Once both

baskets were full, Ms. DeRose helped them lug the fruit to the barn to be

weighed. Then she treated them to cider and doughnuts.

“Look, they have farm animals!” Charlotte exclaimed. “Let’s go see.”

As they neared the fence, a goat stretched its head up toward Charlotte.

“He likes you,” said Alex.