Part 28 (1/2)

After that there was no more gravity and ceremony. In a moment, Phronsie was perched upon old Mr. King's knee, and playing with his watch; while the others, freed from all restraint, were chatting and laughing happily, till some of the cheeriness overflowed and warmed the heart of the old gentleman.

”We go to-morrow,” he said, rising, and looking at his watch. ”Why, is it possible that we have been here an hour! there, my little girl, will you give me a kiss?” and he bent his handsome old head down to the childish face upturned to his confidingly.

”Don't go,” said the child, as she put up her little lips in grave confidence. ”I do like you--I do!”

”Oh, Phronsie,” began Mrs. Pepper.

”Don't reprove her, madam,” said the old gentleman, who liked it immensely. ”Yes, we go to-morrow,” he said, looking around on the group to whom this was a blow they little expected. They had surely thought Jasper was to stay a week longer.

”I received a telegram this morning, that I must be in the city on Thursday. And besides, madam,” he said, addressing Mrs. Pepper, ”I think the climate is bad for me now, as it induces rheumatism. The hotel is also getting unpleasant; there are many annoyances that I cannot put up with; so that altogether, I do not regret it.”

Mrs. Pepper, not knowing exactly what to say to this, wisely said nothing. Meantime, j.a.ppy and the little Peppers were having a sorry time over in the corner by themselves.

”Well, I'll write,” cried Jasper, not liking to look at Polly just then, as he was sure he shouldn't want anyone to look at him, if he felt like crying. ”And you must answer 'em all.”

”Oh, we will! we will!” they cried. ”And j.a.ppy, do come next summer,”

said Joel.

”If father'll only say yes, we will, I tell you!” he responded eagerly.

”Come, my boy,” said his father the third time; and Jasper knew by the tone that there must be no delay.

Mr. King had been nervously putting his hand in his pocket during the last few moments that the children were together; but when he glanced at Mrs. Pepper's eyes, something made him draw it out again hastily, as empty as he put it in. ”No, 'twouldn't do,” he said to himself; ”she isn't the kind of woman to whom one could offer money.”

The children crowded back their tears, and hastily said their last good-bye, some of them hanging on to Prince till the last moment.

And then the carriage door shut with a bang, Jasper giving them a bright parting smile, and they were gone.

And the Peppers went into their little brown house, and shut the door.

GETTING A CHRISTMAS FOR THE LITTLE ONES

And so October came and went. The little Peppers were very lonely after Jasper had gone; even Mrs. Pepper caught herself looking up one day when the wind blew the door open suddenly, half expecting to see the merry whole-souled boy, and the faithful dog come scampering in.

But the letters came--and that was a comfort; and it was fun to answer them. The first one spoke of Jasper's being under a private tutor, with his cousins; then they were less frequent, and they knew he was studying hard. Full of antic.i.p.ations of Christmas himself, he urged the little Peppers to try for one. And the life and spirit of the letter was so catching, that Polly and Ben found their souls fired within them to try at least to get for the little ones a taste of Christmastide.

”Now, mammy,” they said at last, one day in the latter part of October, when the crisp, fresh air filled their little healthy bodies with springing vitality that must bubble over and rush into something, ”we don't want a Thanksgiving--truly we don't. But may we try for a Christmas--just a little one,” they added, timidly, ”for the children?”

Ben and Polly always called the three younger ones of the flock ”the children.”

To their utter surprise, Mrs. Pepper looked mildly a.s.senting, and presently she said, ”Well, I don't see why you can't try; 'twon't do any harm, I'm sure.”

You see Mrs. Pepper had received a letter from Jasper, which at present she didn't feel called upon to say anything about.

”Now,” said Polly, drawing a long breath, as she and Ben stole away into a corner to ”talk over” and lay plans, ”what does it mean?”

”Never mind,” said Ben; ”as long as she's given us leave I don't care what it is.”