Five Little Peppers And How They Grew [28]
see anything like it, I'm sure!"
And as Mrs. Beebe was a great authority in sickness, the old, sunny cheeriness began to creep into the brown house once more, and to bubble over as of yore.
"Seems as if 'twas just good to live," said Mrs. Pepper, thankfully once, when her thoughts were too much for her. "I don't believe I shall ever care how poor we are," she continued, "as long as we're together."
"And that's just what the Lord meant, maybe," replied good Mrs. Beebe, who was preparing to go home.
Joel kept the house in a perfect uproar all through his getting well. Mrs. Pepper observed one day, when he had been more turbulent than usual, that she was "almost worn to a thread."
"Twasn't anything to take care of you, Joe," she added, "when you were real sick, because then I knew where you were; but--well, you won't ever have the measles again, I s'pose, and that's some comfort!"
Little David, who had been nearly stunned by the sickness that had laid aside his almost constant companion, could express his satisfaction and joy in no other way than by running every third minute and begging to do something for him. And Joel, who loved dearly to be waited on, improved every opportunity that offered; which Mrs. Pepper observing, soon put a stop to.
"You'll run his legs off, Joel," at last she said, when he sent David the third time down to the wood-pile for a stick of just the exact thickness, and which the little messenger declared wasn't to be found. "Haven't you any mercy? You've kept him going all day, too," she added, glancing at David's pale face.
"Oh, mammy," panted David, "don't; I love to go. Here Joe, is the best I could find," handing him a nice smooth stick.
"I know you do," said his mother; "but Joe's getting better now, and he must learn to spare you."
"I don't want to spare folks," grumbled Joel, whittling away with energy; "I've been sick--real sick," he added, lifting his chubby face to his mother to impress the fact.
"I know you have," she cried, running to kiss her boy; "but now, Joe, you're most well. To-morrow I'm going to let you go down-stairs; what do you think of that!"
"Hooray!" screamed Joel, throwing away the stick and clapping his hands, forgetting all about his serious illness, "that'll be prime!"
"Aren't you too sick to go, Joey?" asked Mrs. Pepper, mischievously.
"No, I'm not sick," cried Joel, in the greatest alarm, fearful his mother meant to take back the promise; "I've never been sick. Oh, mammy! you know you'll let me go, won't your?"
"I guess so," laughed his mother.
"Come on, Fhron," cried Joel, giving her a whirl.
David, who was too tired for active sport, sat on the floor and watched them frolic in great delight.
"Mammy," said he, edging up to her side as the sport went on, "do you know, I think it's just good--it's--oh, it's so frisky since Joe got well, isn't it, mammy?"
"Yes, indeed," said Mrs. Pepper, giving him a radiant look in return for his; "and when Polly's around again with her two eyes all right--well, I don't know what we shall do, I declare!"
"Boo!" cried a voice, next morning, close to Polly's elbow, unmistakably Joel's.
"Oh, Joel Pepper!" she cried, whirling around, "is that really you!"
"Yes," cried that individual, confidently, "it's I; oh, I say, Polly, I've had fun up-stairs, I tell you what!"
"Poor boy!" said Polly, compassionately.
"I wasn't a poor boy," cried Joel, indignantly; "I had splendid things to eat; oh, my!" and he closed one eye and smacked his lips in the delightful memory.
"I know it," said Polly, "and I'm so glad, Joel."
"I don't suppose I'll ever get so many again," observed Joel, reflectively, after a minute's pause, as one and another of the wondrous delicacies rose before his mind's eye; "not unless I have the measles again--say, Polly, can't I have 'em again?"
"Mercy, no!" cried Polly, in intense alarm, "I hope not."
"Well, I don't," said Joel, "I wish I could have 'em sixty--no--two hundred times, so there!"
"Well, mammy couldn't take care of you," said Ben; "you
And as Mrs. Beebe was a great authority in sickness, the old, sunny cheeriness began to creep into the brown house once more, and to bubble over as of yore.
"Seems as if 'twas just good to live," said Mrs. Pepper, thankfully once, when her thoughts were too much for her. "I don't believe I shall ever care how poor we are," she continued, "as long as we're together."
"And that's just what the Lord meant, maybe," replied good Mrs. Beebe, who was preparing to go home.
Joel kept the house in a perfect uproar all through his getting well. Mrs. Pepper observed one day, when he had been more turbulent than usual, that she was "almost worn to a thread."
"Twasn't anything to take care of you, Joe," she added, "when you were real sick, because then I knew where you were; but--well, you won't ever have the measles again, I s'pose, and that's some comfort!"
Little David, who had been nearly stunned by the sickness that had laid aside his almost constant companion, could express his satisfaction and joy in no other way than by running every third minute and begging to do something for him. And Joel, who loved dearly to be waited on, improved every opportunity that offered; which Mrs. Pepper observing, soon put a stop to.
"You'll run his legs off, Joel," at last she said, when he sent David the third time down to the wood-pile for a stick of just the exact thickness, and which the little messenger declared wasn't to be found. "Haven't you any mercy? You've kept him going all day, too," she added, glancing at David's pale face.
"Oh, mammy," panted David, "don't; I love to go. Here Joe, is the best I could find," handing him a nice smooth stick.
"I know you do," said his mother; "but Joe's getting better now, and he must learn to spare you."
"I don't want to spare folks," grumbled Joel, whittling away with energy; "I've been sick--real sick," he added, lifting his chubby face to his mother to impress the fact.
"I know you have," she cried, running to kiss her boy; "but now, Joe, you're most well. To-morrow I'm going to let you go down-stairs; what do you think of that!"
"Hooray!" screamed Joel, throwing away the stick and clapping his hands, forgetting all about his serious illness, "that'll be prime!"
"Aren't you too sick to go, Joey?" asked Mrs. Pepper, mischievously.
"No, I'm not sick," cried Joel, in the greatest alarm, fearful his mother meant to take back the promise; "I've never been sick. Oh, mammy! you know you'll let me go, won't your?"
"I guess so," laughed his mother.
"Come on, Fhron," cried Joel, giving her a whirl.
David, who was too tired for active sport, sat on the floor and watched them frolic in great delight.
"Mammy," said he, edging up to her side as the sport went on, "do you know, I think it's just good--it's--oh, it's so frisky since Joe got well, isn't it, mammy?"
"Yes, indeed," said Mrs. Pepper, giving him a radiant look in return for his; "and when Polly's around again with her two eyes all right--well, I don't know what we shall do, I declare!"
"Boo!" cried a voice, next morning, close to Polly's elbow, unmistakably Joel's.
"Oh, Joel Pepper!" she cried, whirling around, "is that really you!"
"Yes," cried that individual, confidently, "it's I; oh, I say, Polly, I've had fun up-stairs, I tell you what!"
"Poor boy!" said Polly, compassionately.
"I wasn't a poor boy," cried Joel, indignantly; "I had splendid things to eat; oh, my!" and he closed one eye and smacked his lips in the delightful memory.
"I know it," said Polly, "and I'm so glad, Joel."
"I don't suppose I'll ever get so many again," observed Joel, reflectively, after a minute's pause, as one and another of the wondrous delicacies rose before his mind's eye; "not unless I have the measles again--say, Polly, can't I have 'em again?"
"Mercy, no!" cried Polly, in intense alarm, "I hope not."
"Well, I don't," said Joel, "I wish I could have 'em sixty--no--two hundred times, so there!"
"Well, mammy couldn't take care of you," said Ben; "you