Five Little Peppers And How They Grew [56]
mittens. "See if you've got some--look quick!"
"Yes, I have," said David, picking up a parcel about as big. "No, that's molasses candy."
"Just the same as I had," said Joel; "do look for the mittens. P'r'aps Santa Claus thought you had some--oh, dear!"
"Here they are!" screamed Davie. "I have got some, Joe, just exactly like yours! See, Joe!"
"Goody!" said Joel, immensely relieved; for now he could quite enjoy his to see a pair on Davie's hands, also. "Look at Phron," he cried, "she hasn't got only half of her things out!"
To tell the truth, Phronsie was so bewildered by her riches that she sat on the floor with the little red stocking in her lap, laughing and cooing to herself amid the few things she had drawn out. When she came to Seraphina's bonnet she was quite overcome. She turned it over and over, and smoothed out the little white feather that had once adorned one of Grandma Bascom's chickens, until the two boys~ with their stockings, and the others sitting around in a group on the floor watching them, laughed in glee to see her enjoyment.
"Oh, dear," said Joel, at last, shaking his stocking; "I've got all there is. I wish there were forty Christmases coming!"
"I haven't!" screamed Davie; "there's some thing in the toe."
"It's an apple, I guess," said Joel; "turn it up, Dave."
"'Tisn't an apple," exclaimed Davie, "tisn't round--it's long and thin; here 'tis." And he pulled out a splendid long whistle on which he blew a blast long and terrible, and Joel immediately following, all quiet was broken up, and the wildest hilarity reigned.
"I don't know as you'll want any breakfast," at last said
Mrs. Pepper, when she had got Phronsie a little sobered down.
"I do, I do!" cried Joel.
"Dear me! after your candy?" said Polly.
"That's all gone," said Joel, tooting around the table on his whistle. "What are we going to have for breakfast?"
"Same as ever," said his mother; "it can't be Christmas all the time."
"I wish 'twas," said little Davie; "forever and ever!"
"Forever an' ever," echoed little Phronsie, flying up, her cheeks like two pinks, and Seraphina in her arms with her bonnet on upside down.
"Dear, dear," said Polly, pinching Ben to keep still as they tumbled down the little rickety steps to the Provision Room, after breakfast. The children, content in their treasures, were holding high carnival in the kitchen. "Suppose they should find it out now--I declare I should feel most awfully. Isn't it elegant?" she asked, in a subdued whisper, going all around and around the tree, magnificent in its dress of bright red and yellow balls, white festoons, and little candle-ends all ready for lighting. "Oh, Ben, did you lock the door?"
"Yes," he said. "That's a mouse," he added, as a little rustling noise made Polly stop where she stood back of the tree and prick up her ears in great distress of mind. "'Tis elegant," he said, turning around in admiration, and taldng in the tree which, as Polly said, was quite "gorgeous," and the evergreen branches twisted up on the beams and rafters, and all the other festive arrangements. "Even Jappy's isn't better, I don't believe!"
"I wish Jappy was here," said Polly with a small sigh.
"Well, he isn't," said Ben; "come, we must go back into the kitchen, or all the children will be out here. Look your last, Polly; 'twon't do to come again till it's time to light up."
"Mammy says she'd rather do the lighting up," said Polly. "Had she?" said Ben, in surprise; "oh, I suppose she's afraid we'll set somethin' a-fire. Well, then, we shan't come in till we have it."
"I can't bear to go," said Polly, turning reluctantly away; "it's most beautiful--oh, Ben," and she faced him for the five-hundredth time with the question, "is your Santa Claus dress all safe?"
"Yes," said Ben, "I'll warrant they won't find that in one hurry! Such a time as we've had to make it!"
"I know it," laughed Polly; "don't that cotton wool look just like bits of fur, Ben?"
"Yes," said Ben, "and when the flour's shaken over me it'll be Santa himself"
"Yes, I have," said David, picking up a parcel about as big. "No, that's molasses candy."
"Just the same as I had," said Joel; "do look for the mittens. P'r'aps Santa Claus thought you had some--oh, dear!"
"Here they are!" screamed Davie. "I have got some, Joe, just exactly like yours! See, Joe!"
"Goody!" said Joel, immensely relieved; for now he could quite enjoy his to see a pair on Davie's hands, also. "Look at Phron," he cried, "she hasn't got only half of her things out!"
To tell the truth, Phronsie was so bewildered by her riches that she sat on the floor with the little red stocking in her lap, laughing and cooing to herself amid the few things she had drawn out. When she came to Seraphina's bonnet she was quite overcome. She turned it over and over, and smoothed out the little white feather that had once adorned one of Grandma Bascom's chickens, until the two boys~ with their stockings, and the others sitting around in a group on the floor watching them, laughed in glee to see her enjoyment.
"Oh, dear," said Joel, at last, shaking his stocking; "I've got all there is. I wish there were forty Christmases coming!"
"I haven't!" screamed Davie; "there's some thing in the toe."
"It's an apple, I guess," said Joel; "turn it up, Dave."
"'Tisn't an apple," exclaimed Davie, "tisn't round--it's long and thin; here 'tis." And he pulled out a splendid long whistle on which he blew a blast long and terrible, and Joel immediately following, all quiet was broken up, and the wildest hilarity reigned.
"I don't know as you'll want any breakfast," at last said
Mrs. Pepper, when she had got Phronsie a little sobered down.
"I do, I do!" cried Joel.
"Dear me! after your candy?" said Polly.
"That's all gone," said Joel, tooting around the table on his whistle. "What are we going to have for breakfast?"
"Same as ever," said his mother; "it can't be Christmas all the time."
"I wish 'twas," said little Davie; "forever and ever!"
"Forever an' ever," echoed little Phronsie, flying up, her cheeks like two pinks, and Seraphina in her arms with her bonnet on upside down.
"Dear, dear," said Polly, pinching Ben to keep still as they tumbled down the little rickety steps to the Provision Room, after breakfast. The children, content in their treasures, were holding high carnival in the kitchen. "Suppose they should find it out now--I declare I should feel most awfully. Isn't it elegant?" she asked, in a subdued whisper, going all around and around the tree, magnificent in its dress of bright red and yellow balls, white festoons, and little candle-ends all ready for lighting. "Oh, Ben, did you lock the door?"
"Yes," he said. "That's a mouse," he added, as a little rustling noise made Polly stop where she stood back of the tree and prick up her ears in great distress of mind. "'Tis elegant," he said, turning around in admiration, and taldng in the tree which, as Polly said, was quite "gorgeous," and the evergreen branches twisted up on the beams and rafters, and all the other festive arrangements. "Even Jappy's isn't better, I don't believe!"
"I wish Jappy was here," said Polly with a small sigh.
"Well, he isn't," said Ben; "come, we must go back into the kitchen, or all the children will be out here. Look your last, Polly; 'twon't do to come again till it's time to light up."
"Mammy says she'd rather do the lighting up," said Polly. "Had she?" said Ben, in surprise; "oh, I suppose she's afraid we'll set somethin' a-fire. Well, then, we shan't come in till we have it."
"I can't bear to go," said Polly, turning reluctantly away; "it's most beautiful--oh, Ben," and she faced him for the five-hundredth time with the question, "is your Santa Claus dress all safe?"
"Yes," said Ben, "I'll warrant they won't find that in one hurry! Such a time as we've had to make it!"
"I know it," laughed Polly; "don't that cotton wool look just like bits of fur, Ben?"
"Yes," said Ben, "and when the flour's shaken over me it'll be Santa himself"