Five Little Peppers And How They Grew [10]
said Polly.
"What did you say about the cupboard?" asked Mrs. Pepper, who caught Joe's last word.
"We can't tell," said Phronsie, shaking her head at her mother; "cause there's a ca"-- "Ugh!" and Polly clapped her hand on the child's mouth; "don't you want Ben to tell us a stoty?"
"Oh, yes!" cried little Phronsie, in which all the others joined with a whoop of delight; so a most wonderful story, drawn up in Ben's best style, followed till bedtime.
The first thing Polly did in the morning, was to run to the old cupboard, followed by all the others, to see if the cake was safe; and then it had to be drawn out, and dressed anew with the flowers, for they had decided to have it on the breakfast table.
"It looks better," whispered Polly to Ben, "than it did yesterday; and aren't the flowers pretty?"
"It looks good enough to eat, anyway," said Ben, smacking his lips.
"Well, we tried," said Polly, stilling a sigh; "now, boys, call marnsie; everything's ready."
Oh! how surprised their mother appeared when she was ushered out to the feast, and the full glory of the table burst upon her. Her delight in the cake was fully enough to satisfy the most exacting mind. She admired and admired it on every side, protesting that she shouldn't have supposed Polly could possibly have baked it as good in the old stove; and then she cut it, and gave a piece to every child, with a little posy on top. Wasn't it good, though! for like many other things, the cake proved better on trial than it looked, and so turned out to be really quite a good surprise all around.
"Why can't I ever have a birthday?" asked Joel, finishing the last crumb of his piece; "I should think I might," he added, reflectively.
"Why, you have, Joe," said Ben; "eight of 'em."
"What a story!" ejaculated Joel; "when did I have 'em? I never had a cake; did I, Polly?"
"Not a cake-birthday, Joel," said his mother; "you haven't got to that yet."
"When's it coming?" asked Joel, who was decidedly of a matter-of-fact turn of mind.
"I don't know," said Mrs. Pepper, laughing; "but there's plenty of time ahead."
TROUBLE FOR THE LITTLE BROWN HOUSE
"Oh, I do wish," said Joel, a few mornings after, pushing back his chair and looking discontentedly at his bowl of mush and molasses, "that we could ever have something new besides this everlasting old breakfast! Why can't we, mammy?"
"Better be glad you've got that, Joe," said Mrs. Pepper, taking another cold potato, and sprinkling on a little salt; "folks shouldn't complain so long as they've anything to eat."
"But I'm so tired of it--same old thing!" growled Joel; "seems as if I sh'd turn into a meal-bag or a molasses jug!"
"Well, hand it over, then," proposed Ben, who was unusually hungry, and had a hard day's work before him.
"No," said Joel, alarmed at the prospect, and putting in an enormous mouthful; "it's better than nothing."
"Oh, dear," said little Phronsie, catching Joel's tone, "it isn't nice; no, it isn't." And she put down her spoon so suddenly that the molasses spun off in a big drop, that trailed off the corner of the table, and made Polly jump up and run for the floor-cloth.
"Oh, Phronsie," she said, reprovingly; "you ought not to. Never mind, pet," as she caught sight of two big tears trying to make a path in the little molasses-streaked face, "Polly'll wipe it up."
"Sha'n't we ever have anything else to eat, Polly?" asked the child, gravely, getting down from her high chair to watch the operation of cleaning the floor.
"Oh, yes," said Polly, cheerfully, "lots and lots--when our ship comes in."
"What'll they be?" asked Phronsie, in the greatest delight, prepared for anything.
"Oh, I don't know," said Polly; "ice cream for one thing, Phronsie, and maybe, little cakes."
"With pink on top?" interrupted Phronsie, getting down by Polly's side.
"Oh, yes," said Polly, warming with her subject; "ever and ever so much pink, Phronsie Pepper; more than you could eat!"
Phronsie just clasped her hands and sighed. More than she could eat was beyond her!
"What did you say about the cupboard?" asked Mrs. Pepper, who caught Joe's last word.
"We can't tell," said Phronsie, shaking her head at her mother; "cause there's a ca"-- "Ugh!" and Polly clapped her hand on the child's mouth; "don't you want Ben to tell us a stoty?"
"Oh, yes!" cried little Phronsie, in which all the others joined with a whoop of delight; so a most wonderful story, drawn up in Ben's best style, followed till bedtime.
The first thing Polly did in the morning, was to run to the old cupboard, followed by all the others, to see if the cake was safe; and then it had to be drawn out, and dressed anew with the flowers, for they had decided to have it on the breakfast table.
"It looks better," whispered Polly to Ben, "than it did yesterday; and aren't the flowers pretty?"
"It looks good enough to eat, anyway," said Ben, smacking his lips.
"Well, we tried," said Polly, stilling a sigh; "now, boys, call marnsie; everything's ready."
Oh! how surprised their mother appeared when she was ushered out to the feast, and the full glory of the table burst upon her. Her delight in the cake was fully enough to satisfy the most exacting mind. She admired and admired it on every side, protesting that she shouldn't have supposed Polly could possibly have baked it as good in the old stove; and then she cut it, and gave a piece to every child, with a little posy on top. Wasn't it good, though! for like many other things, the cake proved better on trial than it looked, and so turned out to be really quite a good surprise all around.
"Why can't I ever have a birthday?" asked Joel, finishing the last crumb of his piece; "I should think I might," he added, reflectively.
"Why, you have, Joe," said Ben; "eight of 'em."
"What a story!" ejaculated Joel; "when did I have 'em? I never had a cake; did I, Polly?"
"Not a cake-birthday, Joel," said his mother; "you haven't got to that yet."
"When's it coming?" asked Joel, who was decidedly of a matter-of-fact turn of mind.
"I don't know," said Mrs. Pepper, laughing; "but there's plenty of time ahead."
TROUBLE FOR THE LITTLE BROWN HOUSE
"Oh, I do wish," said Joel, a few mornings after, pushing back his chair and looking discontentedly at his bowl of mush and molasses, "that we could ever have something new besides this everlasting old breakfast! Why can't we, mammy?"
"Better be glad you've got that, Joe," said Mrs. Pepper, taking another cold potato, and sprinkling on a little salt; "folks shouldn't complain so long as they've anything to eat."
"But I'm so tired of it--same old thing!" growled Joel; "seems as if I sh'd turn into a meal-bag or a molasses jug!"
"Well, hand it over, then," proposed Ben, who was unusually hungry, and had a hard day's work before him.
"No," said Joel, alarmed at the prospect, and putting in an enormous mouthful; "it's better than nothing."
"Oh, dear," said little Phronsie, catching Joel's tone, "it isn't nice; no, it isn't." And she put down her spoon so suddenly that the molasses spun off in a big drop, that trailed off the corner of the table, and made Polly jump up and run for the floor-cloth.
"Oh, Phronsie," she said, reprovingly; "you ought not to. Never mind, pet," as she caught sight of two big tears trying to make a path in the little molasses-streaked face, "Polly'll wipe it up."
"Sha'n't we ever have anything else to eat, Polly?" asked the child, gravely, getting down from her high chair to watch the operation of cleaning the floor.
"Oh, yes," said Polly, cheerfully, "lots and lots--when our ship comes in."
"What'll they be?" asked Phronsie, in the greatest delight, prepared for anything.
"Oh, I don't know," said Polly; "ice cream for one thing, Phronsie, and maybe, little cakes."
"With pink on top?" interrupted Phronsie, getting down by Polly's side.
"Oh, yes," said Polly, warming with her subject; "ever and ever so much pink, Phronsie Pepper; more than you could eat!"
Phronsie just clasped her hands and sighed. More than she could eat was beyond her!