" That night, when SanJuanna had cleared the main course and brought dessert in, my mother called for quiet and said, " Boys, I have an announcement to make. Your sister made the apple pies tonight. I'm sure we will all enjoy them very much." " Can I learn how, ma'am?" said Jim Bowie." No, J.B. Boys don't bake pies," Mother said." Why not?" he said." They have wives who make pies for them." " But I don't have a wife." " Darling, I'm sure you will have a very nice one someday when you're older, and she'll make you many pies. Calpurnia, would you care to s "