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Phronsie Phronsie!" "Well, of course she is downstairs," declared Mrs. Pepper at last, hurrying out of the room. "Take a candle, Mamsie, you'll fall," cried Polly, and throwing on her bath wrapper, she seized the light from the mantel and hurried after her.
"So we can," said Polly; "and you're a real good boy, Davie, to give it; that's a splendid present to help celebrate for mamsie!" "I'd a-given a boot-top," said Joel, looking grimly at the precious bit of leather which Polly was rapidly stripping into little bits, "if I'd a-hed it; I don't have anything!"
"Oh, I can't fall, Mamsie," said Polly, carelessly, yet she sat down, while Jasper got out of his seat and ran up to old Mr. King. "Now, father, don't you like it?" he cried. "And isn't it better than a stuffy old carriage?" "Yes, I do, my boy," answered his father, frankly. "Now run off with you, you've planned it well." So Jasper, made happy for the day, rushed back to his seat.
Beebe hurrying into the kitchen for water and cloths to wash the blood away, and Grandma waddling down the lane to get things from the cottage. And Ben sliding down the tree, the rest of the little Peppers crouching up in misery around Mamsie and her boy. Polly's white lips only formed the words, "Dr. Fisher I'll go you stay here and help Mamsie," and she was off in a flash.
He dropped his arms to pinch the muscles of one with his other fingers. "Isn't that beautiful?" he said affectionately. Then he swung them over his head, tilting back his chair restfully. "What did Mamsie say?" he cried, bringing the chair down with a remorseful thud. "'I'd work myself to skin and bone but I'd go through creditably. Here goes!"
Pepper, cheerily; "and you baked it so good, Polly." "So it was baked good," said Polly, all her good humor returning. "And it did not make so much matter, did it, Mamsie, that he was tough?" "No, indeed," said Mrs. Pepper, laughing; "he lasted all the longer, you know, Polly." "Mean old gray goose!" exclaimed Joel, at the remembrance; "he most broke my teeth, trying to eat him."
I don't care for her," said Joel scornfully. "It's Mamsie," and he swallowed hard. "Perhaps she won't care," cried Van, leaving his knees to take care of themselves, in alarm lest Joel was going off again.
She wrinkled up her brows, and lost herself in a brown study. "I guess I know," said Ben, slowly, after a good look at Mrs. Pepper's face. "What?" roared Joel, interested again, since Ben had guessed it. "It's blackberries," answered Ben, with a shrewd nod of his head. "Isn't it, Mamsie?" "Yes, it is," said Mrs. Pepper; "you've guessed it, sure enough, Bensie."
And presently a swift turn brought the twinkling lights of the little station to view, and there was the entire party calling to them as they now spied their approach, to "Hurry up!" and there also was the train, holding its breath in curbed impatience to be off. "Oh, Mamsie," cried Polly in dismay, "must Papa Fisher know?" "Certainly," said Mrs.
"Phronsie dear, you mustn't come now." Joel had sunk down and covered his face with his hands, trying not to scream. "Go right back to your chair, Polly says so. Be a good girl, Pet." She looked straight into the blue eyes wide with astonishment at being sent back. "Please let me, Polly," begged the little girl. "No," said Polly, firmly, "Mamsie wouldn't like it.
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