Part 9 (2/2)

”Not all this time!” exclaimed Mrs. Pepper.

”Yes, I have too,” replied Joel, st.u.r.dily marching up to her. ”And there's your money, mother;” and he counted out a quarter of a dollar in silver pieces and pennies, which he took from a dingy wad of paper, stowed away in the depths of his pocket.

”Oh, Joe,” said Mrs. Pepper, sinking back in her chair and looking at him; ”what do you mean?”

Polly put her work in her lap, and waited to hear.

”Where's my dinner, Polly?” asked Joel; ”I hope it's a big one.

”Yes, 'tis,” said Polly; ”you've got lots to-day, it's in the corner of the cupboard, covered up with the plate--so tell on, Joe.”

”That's elegant!” said Joel, coming back with the well-filled plate, Ben's and his own share.

”Do tell us, Joey,” implored Polly; ”mother's waiting.”

”Well,” said Joel, his mouth half full, ”I waited--and he said the coat was all right;--and--and--Mrs. Peters said 'twas all right;--and Mirandy Peters said 'twas all right; but they didn't any of 'em say anythin'

about payin', so I didn't think 'twas all right--and--and--can't I have some more b.u.t.ter, Polly?”

”No,” said Polly, sorry to refuse him, he'd been so good about the money; ”the b.u.t.ter's got to be saved for Ben and Phronsie.”

”Oh,” said Joe, ”I wish Miss Henderson would send us some more, I do! I think she might!”

”For shame, Joe,” said Mrs. Pepper; ”she was very good to send this, I think; now what else did you say?” she asked.

”Well,” said Joel, taking another mouthful of bread, ”so I waited; you told me to, mother, you know--and they all went to work; and they didn't mind me at all, and--there wasn't anything to look at, so I sat--and sat--Polly, can't I have some gingerbread?”

”No,” said Polly, ”it's all gone; I gave the last piece to Phronsie the day she was taken sick.”

”Oh, dear,” said Joel, ”everything's gone.”

”Well, do go on, Joe, do.”

”And--then they had dinner; and Mr. Peters said, 'Hasn't that boy gone home yet?' and Mrs. Peters said, 'no'--and he called me in, and asked me why I didn't run along home; and I said, Phronsie was sick, and Ben had the squeezles--”

”The what?” said Polly.

”The squeezles,” repeated Joel, irritably; ”that's what you said.”

”It's measles, Joey,” corrected Mrs. Pepper; ”never mind, I wouldn't feel bad.”

”Well, they all laughed, and laughed, and then I said you told me to wait till I did get the money.”

”Oh, Joe,” began Mrs. Pepper, ”you shouldn't have told 'em so--what did he say?”

”Well, he laughed, and said I was a smart boy, and he'd see; and Mirandy said, 'do pay him, pa, he must be tired to death'--and don't you think, he went to a big desk in the corner, and took out a box, and 'twas full most of money--lots! oh! and he gave me mine--and--that's all; and I'm tired to death.” And Joel flung himself down on the floor, expanded his legs as only Joel could, and took a comfortable roll.

”So you must be,” said Polly, pityingly, ”waiting at those Peterses.”

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