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"Well, you've got to go, I s'pose," she said again, "'cause Pa's a-waitin'; yes, Pa," she called, "they're a-comin'." And presently the little Peppers, except Phronsie, all clambered over the wheel; then Polly and Joel lifted her up, and away they went, Mrs. Beebe watching them off till a turn of the narrow street hid them from view. "That Ab'm," said Mr.
"Hoh, hoh!" laughed Ab'm, suddenly finding his tongue, "your shoes ain't never goin' to wear out! Ma, did you hear her?" Phronsie started and hid her face on Mr. Beebe's fat shoulder. Polly hurried to her side. "Be still!" cried his mother; "hain't you no manners, an' they're company? Ab'm Bennett, I'm ashamed of ye." With that she leaned over and gave him a box on the ear.
"No more'n they hain't," said the visitor, leaning composedly against the door jamb and keeping her eye on the horse; "but as you may say, Ab'm's their grandson, for my husband's mother was sister to Mis' Beebe, an' she's dead, so you see it's next o' kin, an' it comes in handy to call her Grandma." "Oh, yes," said Mrs. Pepper. "Well, an' so Mis' Beebe's goin' to give Ab'm a party.
"I won't have Ab'm," cried Joel; but he was very much impressed, Polly could see, by her plan. "No, of course not," said Polly. "Ab'm has gone back West." "And Mrs. Beebe says she ain't ever going to have him again at her house," added Joel. "Well, never mind; and you can ask Mrs. Blodgett. She was so good to send Phronsie milk; and she's had her barn burnt."
"Ab'm, come here an' make your manners," she called. Ab'm got down from the pile of boxes where he had been looking out of the window, and slouched forward, his finger in his mouth. "Speak up pretty, now," said his mother, pulling his jacket down with a twitch, and looking at him admiringly; "these children's come to your party. Say how do you do, an' you're glad to see 'em."
"No, he'll set here, Pa," said Mrs. Beebe, pushing up the chair next to Ab'm; "there's more room this side." So Joel marched up and got into his seat. "An' so you thought you'd come," said Mr. Beebe, with a jolly little laugh. "Now we'll have fine times, won't we, Phronsie?" patting her hand. "How'd you git here?"
"How do you do, an' you're glad to see 'em " "Land sakes alive!" cried his mother, with a shake; "hain't you no more manners'n that? Do say it right." "You told me to say it so," said Ab'm, doggedly. "No, I didn't," retorted his mother with another shake. The little bunch of Peppers turned quite pale, and scarcely breathed.
"There shan't nothin' hurt Joel, don't you be afraid," he whispered back. "Hoh, hoh!" cried Ab'm, pointing a big fat finger at her, that might have been cleaner; "hear her now. An' she said her shoes warn't never goin' to wear out. Hoh, hoh!" "You let our Phronsie alone," screamed Joel, tearing his black eyes off from Mrs. Marinthy's face to fasten them on her son.
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