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"Ben gallivantin' off an' temptin' the boys to play," declared Miss Jerusha, with a shrewd nod of her brown front. "Oh, I know." "We won't say any more about it now, dear," said Mrs. Henderson gently, at sight of the hot little face. "There, get into your chair, this one next to me. Where's Peletiah?" looking about.
It was impossible to stop Peletiah until he had rounded a sentence, as he considered it his duty to pay strict attention to a period. So, although Grandma screamed, and even twitched his jacket sleeve, she couldn't get him to stop.
"I must go now," announced Peletiah, getting out of his chair and beginning to stretch slowly. "Well, now tell your ma I thank her for comin', and for them letters from them precious childern. An' see here." Grandma leaned over and pulled out the under drawer of the little stand.
"Now I know that blessed little creeter has got hurt, an' they wouldn't let me know afore the rest." "It isn't in the letter," declared Mrs. Henderson, in a loud, hasty tone, hurrying out of her chair. "Peletiah, what does your father want, do you know?" "I don't know exactly," said Peletiah deliberately, "only Aunt Jerusha tumbled down the cellar stairs; maybe that's it."
"No such thing." Rachel held the butter-pat firmly in her slender, brown hand. "My! you ain't fit to carry no butter-pats let 'em drop out of your hands. Come on!" "I shall carry it," declared Peletiah doggedly, and bringing his pale eyes to bear on her face, while he stood still in his tracks. "I hope you may get it," cried Rachel triumphantly. "I never see such a boy. Come on, I say."
"Well, now you're done," said Polly, thankfully, "and you'd better run home, Peletiah, and tell your mother all about it, and how sorry we are." "Yes," said Peletiah, slowly moving off, "I will, 'cause she told me to come right back." "Oh, Peletiah!" exclaimed Polly, in horror, "and you've been here all this time!" "And I didn't want to go to Boxford," said Peletiah, going off.
"Yes, I have," repeated Peletiah, ready to say it over for all time; "I've told you so a great many times." Rachel looked at him, and put up both hands. And she burst out: "Where did you lose it, you nin ? I mean oh, dear me! where, I say?" frowning impatiently. "Back there," said Peletiah, pointing down the road. "You pulled me along so, it flew out of my hand."
"I ain't a-goin' to laugh," declared Miss Jerusha, "and it's a wicked, sinful shame to set such an example before those boys, like coddlin' up that girl for keepin' them off playin'. I never see such goin's on!" "We haven't been playing," said Peletiah stoutly.
"Well, I don't see how you can go so slow," retorted Rachel, with deft passes of the towel over the cup. "My! I sh'd think your elbows had gone to sleep." "They haven't gone to sleep," said Peletiah, who was always literal; and setting down his plate, half-dried, on the table, he turned over one arm to investigate. "Of course not, you little ninny," said Rachel lightly. "I didn't "
"I'm goin' to get out," announced Peletiah, in a tone that convinced Joel that remonstrance was useless. "No, you mustn't," cried Joel, "and you can't, either, for th' accident's comin' now," he added cheerfully.
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