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"Mamsie Fisher!" cried Polly, springing up straight in the middle of the bed, nearly knocking Phronsie over. "Why, so it is. Oh, how could I forget and sleep over. And I'm fifteen!" "You're fifteen," repeated Mother Fisher, setting the last little kiss on Polly's cheek, "and it's the best thing you could possibly do, to sleep over, child. Now, then, Phronsie, let us help her to get dressed."
She seized the rope, and Joel, removing his eyes with the greatest difficulty from Miss Jerusha's face, grasped it, too, and the little Peppers went as swiftly as they could go, back home to Mamsie, leaving the other three in the middle of the road. "O dear!" gasped Polly, as they ran on.
"Did she?" cried Polly, in dismay. "Well, we must hurry back then, as fast as we can." "I'm goin' to the store," said Joel, edging down toward Mr. Atkins'. "What for?" demanded Polly, stopping a moment. "Did Mamsie send you for anything?" "N-no not exactly," said Joel, digging his bare toes into the sand; "but I might might p'r'aps get a letter, Polly," he added, as a bright idea struck him. Mr.
The library door opening at this announcement, and a few sentences charged with business floating up the staircase, the bustle around Phronsie became joyfully intense. "Mamsie, don't you think she ought to have a shawl on?" cried Polly anxiously, running over the stairs. "She's been shut up so long!" "No," said Mother Fisher. "Doctor told me particularly not to bundle her up.
"Never did!" echoed Phronsie, shaking her yellow head positively. "Polly, I want some more mush, I do." "Yes, I did, too," spoke up Joel, loudly. "Joel!" reproved Mother Pepper. "Well, I did, Mamsie," repeated Joel, in a very injured tone. "I called just like this, 'come quick! and ride in Miss Parrott's coach; so there!"
Who did do this?" But no one said a word. And the little doctor was as sober as a judge. He only glared at them over his spectacles. "Grandpapa," gasped Polly, "you did." "Guess again," advised Grandpapa. "Mamsie " Polly gave one radiant look at Mother Fisher's face. Then Dr. Fisher broke out into a hearty laugh. "You've guessed it this time, Polly, my girl," he said, "your mother is the one."
Mother Fisher seemed to forget herself, as she bowed her head over Phronsie's yellow hair. "What is the matter, Mamsie?" asked Phronsie. "I wish I could see your face," and she wriggled violently. "Nothing is the matter now," said Mamsie. "There, child, now I'll tell you. If the little girl stays here, she " "She's my little girl," interrupted Phronsie.
Vanderburgh." Mrs. Fisher smiled, but she didn't offer to take the steamer chair. "I have come after Polly." "Mamsie, what is it? I'll come," said Polly, tumbling out of her steamer chair in a twinkling. "O dear me!" exclaimed Mrs. Vanderburgh, in regret, "don't take Polly away, I do implore you, my dear Mrs. Fisher I am so fond of her."
Particularly as he showed all his teeth, and rolled and blinked his black eyes every minute, so that Phronsie, who sat on the grass at Mamsie's feet, when she wasn't an animal and needed to perform, shivered, and clung close to Mrs. Pepper. "Take me, Mamsie," she begged.
Joel practised the part of so many animals in the next week that the little brown house people became quite accustomed to any strange grunting or roaring they might chance to hear, as if a whole menagerie were let loose. Only Mamsie forbade that such noise should be allowed within doors.
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