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"Do you think you could love me I've loved you ever since the Little Brown House days, dear!" "Oh, Jasper!" Polly cried, with a glad ring in her voice, "how good you are," and she clung to his hand across Mamsie's lap. "Will you, Polly?" cried Jasper, holding her hand so tightly that she winced a bit, "tell me quickly, dear." "Will I what?" asked Polly wonderingly. "Love me, Polly." "Oh!
"He's frightened," to the others. "I s'pose you've been dreaming, Davie." "No, no!" cried Davie, huddling up worse than ever. "There goes one of 'em now!" he exclaimed suddenly, and pointed toward Polly; "he's just running under Mamsie's wrapper!"
"Would you have the horses run into something, Polly, kersmash," cried Joel, tugging at Mamsie's rocking chair to bring it into line, "or make the stage-coach tumble over and roll down hill?" "Dear me," cried Polly, going into the pantry to mix up her brown bread, and wondering which would be the less of the two evils, "I'm sure I don't know, Joel." "I'm goin' to have 'em do both," decided Joel.
Polly hopped off the bed in her liveliest fashion, while from under Mamsie's wrapper scuttled a black object over the bedquilt in the opposite direction. "What is it?" she cried, beginning to shake violently herself; "O dear me! are there any more of them?" "Yes," said Davie, "there are lots and lots, Polly. O dear me!"
You can't back out; you promised, you know." "Well, and I'll do it," said Percy testily. "It's no use trying to sleep," declared Joel, in the middle of the night, and kicking the bed-clothes for the dozenth time into a roll at the foot, "as long as I can see Mamsie's eyes. I'll just get up and tackle that Latin grammar now. Whew! haven't I got to work, though!
"Joel ought to know that you are going to tell a story, Polly," said Mr. King. "One of you boys run out and call him at the foot of the stairs." "He's in Mamsie's room," said Ben. "I suppose when she gets through with him, he'll come down." "Oh! ah!" said the old gentleman. "Well, Polly, then perhaps you would better proceed."
Mother Pepper had gone into the bedroom to tuck Phronsie away for the night, when Joel said triumphantly, "We know something, Dave and me, and we won't tell what 'tis." "All right," said Ben, coolly. "Polly, I guess I'll mend Mamsie's washboard. I shan't have another chance so good this week."
"Take care or you'll fall," warned Jasper. "See, your mother is looking worried." And, truth to tell, Mrs. Fisher, on a point of rocks a little way off with the others, was getting a bit alarmed as she saw the progress of her baby. "I'll take care," said Phronsie, sobering down at thought of Mamsie's being troubled, and beginning to pick her way carefully.
And Polly must put the white satin boxes filled with wedding cake on the little table where one of the waiters would hand them to departing guests. And Phronsie must fasten Mamsie's pearl broach the gift of the five little Peppers in her lace collar the very last thing.
"I slept over," said Polly, in a shamefaced little way; "I'm sorry, Grandpapa dear." "You needn't be; not a bit of it," declared Grandpapa, holding her off at arm's length to scan her rosy face; "the best thing you could possibly do" Mamsie's very words. So Polly felt relieved at once. "And now we will wait for Mrs. Fisher," he added, with a glance at the door.
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