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"When Aunt Jamsiah took me, I was a probator. Do you know what that means?" "It's what they do with people's wills," Pee-wee said. "It means if I don't behave I have to go back to the orphan home," the girl said. "And every day I was afraid I'd have to go back for a long, long time, I was. And when I was lying in bed mornings I'd hear the planks saying that
Can I have some lemons? Are there any cookies left? I left two on the plate last night. Where's the sugar so I can " He paused in his frenzy of haste and enthusiasm as Aunt Jamsiah opened the sitting room door, very quietly and seriously. "Shh, come in here, Walter," she said. Her manner, kind, gentle, but serious, disconcerted Pee-wee and chilled his enthusiasm.
"I know a secret that will that will help us sure to make lots and lots of money. And I wouldn't even tell you or Aunt Jamsiah, because she tried to make me. So there, Mr. Smarty. And I don't care whether you tell me or not if I can't keep a secret, but I've got a secret all by myself and it's that much bigger than yours," she said, spreading out her thin, little arms to include a vast area.
Aunt Jamsiah had promised to make a plum-pudding for Pee-wee in the largest one of these and he had spent some time in measuring them and computing their capacity, with the purpose of selecting the most capacious. Pepsy now hurriedly took all of these and a kitchen apron along with them, and descended again into the cellar.
She could not aspire to be one of them, but she could be loyal, she could "stick up" for them. The other matter which was now settled, once and for all, was that it was all right to throw a tomato at a person you hated provided only that you hit the mark. Aunt Jamsiah had been all wrong in her anger at that exploit which had stirred the village.
"Anyway, one thing, I wouldn't let an old bridge get my goat, I wouldn't," he said finally, "and besides, you said you would show me a woodchuck hole." Pepsy's right name was Penelope Pepperall and Aunt Jamsiah had taken her out of the County Home after the fire episode, by way of saving her from the worse influence of a reformatory.
"I don't notice it so much now," Pepsy said; "that was a year ago and Aunt Jamsiah says I'm all right and mind good except I'm a tomboy. That ain't so bad, is it? Being a tomboy? A girl and me tried to set the orphan home on fire because they licked us, but I'm good here. But I wish they'd put a new floor on that bridge. Anyway, Aunt Jamsiah says I'm good now."
Aunt Jamsiah took their enterprise good-naturedly; Uncle Ebenezer said it was a good thing to keep the children out of mischief. Miss Bellison, the young school teacher, bought ten cents' worth of taffy each day as a matter of duty, and Beriah Bungel, the town constable, being a natural born grafter, helped himself to everything he wanted free of charge.
This solemn apartment was the only room in the house that had a floor covering and the fact that Pee-wee could not hear his own foot-falls agitated him strangely. Uncle Eb sat in the corner near the melodeon looking strangely out of place in his ticking overalls. "Is is she dead?" Pee-wee whispered fearfully. "Sit down, Walter," said Aunt Jamsiah; "no, she isn't dead, she's better."
"But some of Pepsy's ideas and plans have been very big, Walter," his aunt said ruefully. "You see we know her better than you do. She's very, very queer; I'm afraid no one understands her." "I understand her," said Pee-wee. "She believes in bad luck days." Aunt Jamsiah paused a moment, considering; then she went straight to the point.
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