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And before either boy knew what was going to happen, she was hauling them along at such a mad pace as they had never before in all their lives indulged in. The butter-pat slipped out of Peletiah's hand, gone on the wind, and landed on the roadside grass. "Wasn't that a good one!" cried Rachel, her eyes shining, as she brought up suddenly.
"You ain't going to shake my brother," declared Ezekiel loudly, "and we'll make you go back if you shake us," he added vindictively. "Oh, dear, dear!" Rachel dropped Peletiah's arm, and she hid her face in her hands. "Don't make me go back," she wailed. "It's too dreadful there, for Mrs.
"What!" exclaimed Rachel, horribly disappointed. Then she flew away from the gate and turned her back on it all. "I wish I was back in the city!" she said. It was dreadful; and after she had said it, Rachel stood overwhelmed with distress. "Don't you tell your father." She whirled around and clutched Peletiah's sleeve. "We must," he said; "he's the minister, and we have to tell him everything."
Boys, we must do ever and all we can for her, she's so nice to us. Now I must pound this up, just as she said." This operation was somewhat delayed by all three of the boys hanging over her and getting in the way. And Phronsie, who had been busy with Seraphina in the bedroom, now running out to add herself to the number, it was a little time before Peletiah's small leg had the wet rag tied on.
She held out her hand with authority. "My mother said I was to carry the butter-pat, and I shall carry it," said Peletiah, putting out one hand for it, and the other behind his back. Rachel wrinkled her brows and thought a minute. "So she did," she said. Then she set the butter-pat in Peletiah's hand, and pinched his thumb down over it. "There, hold on to it," she said, "or you'll lose it again.
When Peletiah's small trouser leg was pulled up, Polly saw with dismay a black and blue spot rapidly spreading. "O dear me," she cried, down on her knees, "what will dear Mrs. Henderson say? and she's so good to us!" "And I didn't want to go to Boxford, either," said Peletiah. "Well, David, you must just run back and ask Grandma if we may have a little wormwood," said Polly.
Peletiah's breath was gone entirely by this time, and he sank down by its side without a word, his brother following suit. "I shall carry it now," announced Rachel, gathering up the little pat, safe in its white cloth. "My! 'tain't hurt a bit" She brushed off a few marauding ants. "Come on, now!" Peletiah struggled to his feet and gasped, "I shall carry it," and put out his hands.
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