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"Oh, dear me! dear me!" cried the parson's wife, in a great fright. "Peletiah, here are the letters from the Pepper children" thrusting them into his hand "do you stay and read them to Grandma. And be sure to tell her why I went home," and she actually ran out of the kitchen, and down the lilac-bordered path.
One night old Peletiah had been very bad all day and was getting quieted down, and it was after supper; we sat round in the kitchen, and he lay in the bedroom opening out. There were some pitch-knots blazing, and the light shone in on the bed, and all of a sudden something made me look up and look in; and there was the old man setting up straight, with his eyes shining at me like a cat's.
And then Peletiah came after me, and I ran back here to poor Jerusha." "Oh, I remember. I shouldn't have asked you." He nodded remorsefully. "Well, then, I'll tell you the rest. You read the first part how they ran across the girl, and all that?" "Yes. Oh, dear me! it gives me a shiver now to think what an awful risk that blessed child, Phronsie, ran," cried Mrs. Henderson.
"And I'm a-goin' to live here," declared Rachel, in a transport, and wriggling in the sweet clover, "if I'm good. I'm goin' to be good all the time. Yes, sir!" "I lost the butter-pat," repeated Peletiah. "Butter-pat?" Rachel caught the last words and sprang to her feet. "Oh, yes, I forgot; we must hurry with the butter-pat. Come on!" and she whirled around on Peletiah.
"I'm glad I haven't got to go," observed Peletiah, with a long sigh of relief, and beginning on his dinner once more. "I don't like funerals." "I do." Rachel bobbed her black head at him across the table, and her eyes roved excitedly. "I've seen lots an' lots of 'em in the city. They're fine, I tell you." She laid down her knife and fork again and waved her arms.
"Rachel, Rachel!" said the parson's wife, over by the table. She was getting her material together for baking pies, and she now added gently, "We don't call each other names, you must remember that, child." "Oh!" said Rachel. She stopped her busy towel a minute to think, then it flapped harder and faster, to make up for lost time. "Well, go ahead," she said to Peletiah, "and wipe your plate."
"And I am so glad to know it, for Peletiah came home very frightened. Well, take your mother this. Stay, I better go and see her, I guess." So she went up to the little group back in the orchard, and heard all about Joel's accident from himself, as he wanted to tell it all, up to the time when they picked him up. Mrs.
So no one saw the wonderful Blodgett bonfire, after all, except Peletiah Henderson, who was going past that farm when the excitement was at its height. But Ben comforted them all, and Polly helped out wonderfully, by repeating everything he said. "Now, children, I'll watch; there'll be other bonfires, I expect. Maybe before long; so I shouldn't wonder if we got another chance to see a big fire."
"You mustn't say 'see," corrected Peletiah, with disapproval. He was fairly longing for the recital, but it would never do to let such a slip in conversation pass. "Well, what shall I say, then?" cried Rachel pertly, and not at all pleased at the interruption. "You must say 'saw." "I didn't saw it; you can't saw a thing," she declared contemptuously.
"Awful," said Rachel, cramming her fingers into her mouth to keep from crying. "Oh, dear, dear! don't send me back." Peletiah took two or three steps off, then came back. "You may shake me if you want to," he said generously, "and you ain't going back." "Well, she isn't going to shake me," said Ezekiel stoutly, "and my Ma will send her back if she shakes me, so there!"
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