Part 20 (2/2)

”Oh, I should think you'd have real good times!” said the boy, enviously. ”I haven't a single sister or brother.”

”Haven't you?” said Polly, looking at him in extreme pity. ”Yes, we do have real fun,” she added, answering his questioning look; ”the house is just brimful sometimes, even if we are poor.”

”We aren't poor,” said Joel, who never could bear to be pitied. Then, with a very proud air, he said in a grand way, ”At any rate, we aren't going to be, long, for something's coming!”

”What do you mean, Joey?” asked Ben, while the rest looked equally amazed.

”Our s.h.i.+ps,” said Joel confidently, as if they were right before their eyes; at which they all screamed!

”See Polly's stove!” cried Phronsie, wis.h.i.+ng to entertain in her turn.

”Here 'tis,” running up to it, and pointing with her fat little finger.

”Yes, I see,” cried Jasper, pretending to be greatly surprised; ”it's new, isn't it?”

”Yes,” said the child; ”it's very all new; four yesterdays ago!”

And then Polly stopped in sweeping up and related, with many additions and explanations from the others, the history of the stove, and good Dr.

Fisher (upon whom they all dilated at great length), and the dreadful measles, and everything. And Jasper sympathized, and rejoiced with them to their hearts content, and altogether got so very home-like, that they all felt as if they had known him for a year. Ben neglected his work a little, but then visitors didn't come every day to the Peppers; so while Polly worked away at her bread, which she was ”going to make like biscuits,” she said, the audience gathered in the little old kitchen was in the merriest mood, and enjoyed everything to the fullest extent.

”Do put in another stick, Bensie dear,” said Polly; ”this bread won't be fit for anything!”

”Isn't this fun, though!” cried Jasper, running up to try the oven; ”I wish I could ever bake,” and he looked longingly at the little brown biscuits waiting their turn out on the table.

”You come out some day,” said Polly, sociably, ”and we'll all try baking--mammy'd like to have you, I know,” feeling sure that nothing would be too much for Mrs. Pepper to do for the protector of little Phronsie.

”I will!” cried Jasper, perfectly delighted. ”You can't think how awfully dull it is out in Hingham!”

”Don't you live there?” asked Polly, with a gasp, almost dropping a tin full of little brown lumps of dough she was carrying to the oven.

”Live there!” cried Jasper; and then he burst out into a merry laugh.

”No, indeed! I hope not! Why, we're only spending the summer there, father and I, in the hotel.”

”Where's your mother?” asked Joel, squeezing in between Jasper and his audience. And then they all felt instinctively that a very wrong question had been asked.

”I haven't any mother,” said the boy, in a low voice.

They all stood quite still for a moment; then Polly said, ”I wish you'd come out sometime; and you may bake--or anything else,” she added; and there was a kinder ring to her voice than ever.

No mother! Polly for her life, couldn't imagine how anybody could feel without a mother, but the very words alone smote her heart; and there was nothing she wouldn't have done to give pleasure to one who had done so much for them.

”I wish you could see our mother,” she said, gently. ”Why, here she comes now! oh, mamsie, dear,” she cried. ”Do, Joe, run and take her bundle.”

Mrs. Pepper stopped a minute to kiss Phronsie--her baby was dearer than ever to her now. Then her eye fell on Jasper, who stood respectfully waiting and watching her with great interest.

”Is this,” she asked, taking it all in at the first glance--the boy with the honest eyes as Ben had described him--and the big, black dog--”is this the boy who saved my little girl?”

”Oh, ma'am,” cried Jasper, ”I didn't do much; 'twas Prince.”

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