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Updated: May 1, 2025
Up and down pathless cliffs, through tangled cañons, fording icy streams and ankle-deep sands, we travailed; no blankets, overcoats, or other shelter; and the only commissary a few cakes of sweet chocolate, and a small sack of parched popcorn meal. Our "lodging was the cold ground." When we could find a cave, a tree, or anything to temper the wind or keep off part of the rain, all right.
We wear little bits of cotton in our ears to prevent the water from getting in, for the crust of salt it would leave might cause intense pain. Bathing in water so salt makes one both hungry and sleepy, therefore it is considered quite the correct thing to eat hot popcorn, and snooze on the return trip.
It was a crisp autumn evening, just cold enough to make one glad to quit playing tag in the yard, and retreat into the kitchen. We had begun to roll popcorn balls with syrup when we heard a knock at the back door, and Tony dropped her spoon and went to open it. A plump, fair-skinned girl was standing in the doorway.
She had played among them in the store in her little dusty pinafore; one and all of them had given her rustic offerings, bringing her special gifts of yellow popcorn ears, or abnormal yams unexpectedly developed in their own gardens, or bags of hickory nuts; but somehow they did not think or speak of her as they did of each other's children.
Trot had already come to the conclusion that in Dorothy and Betsy she had found two delightful comrades, and Button-Bright was just as much at home here as he had been in the fields of Jinxland or when he was buried in the popcorn snow of the Land of Mo.
The popcorn man, although associated long with Stimson, had never got over being dazed. "They've they've gone round to th' th' house," he said with difficulty, as if he had just been stunned. "Whose house?" snapped Stimson. "Your your house, I s'pose," said the popcorn man. Stimson marched round to his home.
Slim, she says you've got to be Santy and come down the stovepipe and give the kids fits and popcorn strung on a string. She says you've got the figure." Weary splashed into the wash basin like a startled muskrat. The Happy Family looked at one another distressfully. "He's fifteen pounds fatter'n I be." "Go tell her yourself," said Weary, appeased.
"Mayn't we have some popcorn, Pomp?" asked Marjorie, as they passed a stand where that delectable refreshment was sold. "Your ma said you were to have that after the show, Miss Marjorie. At least, that's how I understood it." Pompton always took the children's requests very seriously, and only granted them when he could do so conscientiously.
And the small houses looked just like little stores, and on the counters were good things to eat, popcorn, peanuts, cracker jack, and something cool in glasses, like lemonade but coloured like strawberries. Loud did the men shout, trying to sell those good things to everybody who came near. But Marmaduke couldn't buy even one peanut. He didn't have any money.
"Let's play something," said Sahwah when the apples and popcorn had disappeared; "I'm tired of sitting still." "Can't somebody please think of a new game?" said Hinpoha. "We've played everything we know until I'm sick of it." "I thought of one the other day," said Gladys quietly.
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