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"I know it," said Peletiah, with a very grieved face; "we've been waiting for you ever so long, and dinner's ready at home." "Well, come now." She stuck her long arms out straight, and shook her fingers impatiently. "Oh, dear me do hurry!" "I ain't goin' to take hold of hands," declared Peletiah, edging off. "Nor I, either," echoed Ezekiel. "Oh, yes, you must."
Oh, what a nin I mean, oh, how funny!" "And it ain't nice at all to have my father teach you," said Peletiah, with very doleful ideas of that study. "Why?" asked Rachel, with gathering dread. "Oh, he makes you learn things," said Peletiah dismally, drawing a long sigh at the remembrance.
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.
"My mother said we were not to call names," repeated Peletiah, exactly as if he hadn't made that remark before. "Oh, dear me! how perfectly awful you I mean I never saw such boys. Oh, my!" "My mother said " "Yes, yes, I know," interrupted Rachel, splashing away for dear life; "well, now we must hurry and get these dishes done."
Henderson, with a smile, "when she was a little girl." "And was she ever a little girl?" persisted Rachel. "Why, certainly. Now eat your dinner, Rachel." Rachel picked up her knife and fork. When the two boys saw that she was ready to really begin on her meal, they set to on theirs. "I'm awful hungry," announced Peletiah, when he had been working busily on his plateful.
"I can't; 'tain't right, an' I ain't a-goin' to say 'saw' to please you, so there, now!" declared Rachel, bringing up her head and setting her mouth obstinately. "Then I ain't going to sit here," said Peletiah, getting off from the door-stone, "because my mother wouldn't like it; she always makes me say 'saw." "Does she?" cried Rachel, a little red spot coming on either cheek.
Now, come on!" The way back was conducted on slower lines, as Rachel had an anxious oversight lest the butter-pat should again be taken off on the wind, so that Peletiah and Ezekiel had a chance to recover their breath, with some degree of composure, by the time they turned down the lane to Grandma Bascom's.
"Hey?" "'Dear Mrs. Henderson," cried Peletiah, in a shrill, high key. "Do move up closer; I'm a little hard o' hearin' jist a mite," said Grandma. So Peletiah shoved his chair nearer, and began again: "'Dear Mrs. Henderson, we are going to have the very loveliest thing happen, and I want to write to you now, because next week there won't be any time at all, we shall be so very busy."
"Well, you've got to go," said Joel, obstinately, "so get in." "I don't want to go to Boxford," repeated Peletiah, not stirring. Joel cracked the whip angrily, and glared down at him. "P'r'aps he wants to go somewhere else," said little David, leaning forward and clutching the reins carefully, "and that'll be just as good." "Do you?" asked Joel, crossly. "Want to go anywheres else, Peletiah?"
Tisbett." "And I'm helping, Peletiah," cried David, turning a very pink and happy face down toward him. "I don't want to go to Boxford," said Peletiah, deliberately, and standing quite still, while Polly ran into the pantry to slip the little pat of butter on to another plate. "Oh, how good it looks!" she said, longing for just one taste.
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