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See?" said the kindly old man, pulling forth a paper bag and alluringly displaying its pink and white contents. But to his further surprise Katharine declined the "pep'mints" and indignantly denied the stomach ache, declaring that she must go home and at once, and asking "which way first." "Foller your nose, I reckon," retorted Mr. Jones, rather testily.
"There's a man goin' by old all over, and a white whisker. Who is it?" inquired Dotty, changing the subject again. "The whisker looks like snow, 's if his chin's cold!" "Never mind the man," returned Prudy. "If you'll go I'll spend my five cents, and buy you some pep'mints." "I'd rather have pickled limes," said Dotty thoughtfully.
"Could we, really?" "I'll get the tree myself," murmured Samuel, aloud, "an' we can buy some o' that shiny stuff up ter the store ter trim it." "An' I'll get some of that pink-an'-white tarl'tan for bags," chimed in Lydia Ann happily: "the pink for the white pep'mints, an' the white for the pink. Samuel, won't it be fun?"
"'Tramp! Bosh! That's Susanna's foolishness put into your head a'ready. I only wish I could see a tramp, just to know the breed. But what is it so important, if you please?" "I can't tell you." Moses whistled. "That's plump spoke, anyhow. Why can't ye? Are you sick? Got a pain anywheres? Pep'mints are good for the stummick-ache, an' I always carry a few in my pocket.
"Ye ain't in yer dotage by gum, ye ain't!" he cried excitedly. "An' I ain't, neither. An' what's more, you're a-goin' ter have that tree ice cream, pink pep'mints, an' all!" "Oh, my grief an' conscience Samuel!" quavered Lydia Ann. "Well, ye be. We can do it easy, too. We'll have it the night 'fore Christmas.
Of course I can't have a tree, an' I don't suppose I really want it; but I'd like somethin' all pretty an' sparkly an' an' silly, you know. An' there's another thing I want ice cream. An' I want to make myself sick eatin' it, too, if I want to; an' I want little pink-an'-white sugar pep'mints hung in bags. Samuel, can't you see how pretty a bag o' pink pep'mints 'd be on that green tree?
But, say," he called triumphantly a moment later, as he stooped and picked up a small object from the floor, "they will find out if you don't hide these 'ere pep'mints!" The tree and the peppermints had scarcely disappeared from the "front room" when Frank arrived. "Oh, they're all coming in a minute," he laughed gayly in response to the surprised questions that greeted him.
Well, I'm glad you've come, you pretty creeter, you!" And in another minute Rachel was telling all about Mrs. Fisher and Polly and Phronsie oh, and Joel and David for Grandma kept interrupting and asking all sorts of questions, so that the news and messages were all tangled up together. "Did Joel say he wanted pep'mints?" asked Grandma, in a lull.
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