Part 45 (1/2)

”And then do you have to stand in a corner?” asked d.i.c.k, determined to find out just what were the consequences, and reverting to his most dreaded punishment.

”No,” said Mrs. Pepper laughing. ”Corners are for little folks; but when people who know better, do wrong, there aren't any corners they can creep into, or they'd get into them pretty quick!”

”I wish,” said little d.i.c.k, ”you'd let me get into your lap. That would be a nice corner!”

”Do, mamsie,” said Polly, coming up, ”that's just the way I used to feel; and I'll finish the mending.”

So Mrs. Pepper put down her work, and moved the big basket for little d.i.c.k to clamber up, when he laid his head contentedly back in her motherly arms with a sigh of happiness. Phronsie regarded him with a very grave expression. At last she drew near: ”I'm tired; do, mamsie, take me!”

”So mamsie will,” said Mrs. Pepper, opening her arms, when Phronsie immediately crawled up into their protecting shelter, with a happy little crow.

”Oh, now, tell us a story, Mrs. Pepper,” cried Van; ”please, please do!”

”No, no;” exclaimed Percy, scuttling out of his chair, and coming up, ”let's talk of the little brown house. Do tell us what you used to do there--that's best.”

”So 'tis!” cried Van; ”ALL the nice times you used to have in it! Wait just a minute, do.” And he ran back for a cricket which he placed at Mrs. Pepper's feet; and then sitting down on it, he leaned on her comfortable lap, in order to hear better.

”Wait for me too, till I get a chair,” called Percy, starting. ”Don't begin till I get there.”

”Here, let me, Percy,” said Ben; and he drew forward a big easy-chair that the boy was tugging at with all his might.

”Now I'm ready, too,” said Polly, setting small finis.h.i.+ng st.i.tches quickly with a merry little flourish, and drawing her chair nearer her mother's as she spoke.

”Now begin, please,” said Van, ”all the nice times you know.”

”She couldn't tell all the nice times if she had ten years to tell them in, could she, Polly?” said Jasper.

”Well, in the first place then,” said Mrs. Pepper, clearing her throat, ”the little brown house had got to be, you know, so we made up our minds to make it just the nicest brown house that ever was!”

”And it was!” declared Jasper, with an emphatic ring to his voice. ”The very nicest place in the whole world!”

”Oh dear,” broke in Van enviously; ”j.a.ppy's always said so. I wish we'd been there, too!”

”We didn't want anybody but j.a.ppy,” said Joel not very politely.

”Oh Joey, for shame!” cried Polly.

”j.a.ppy used to bake,” cried little Davie; ”an' we all made pies; an'

then we sat round an' ate 'em, an' then told stories.”

”Oh what fun!” cried Percy. ”Do tell us!”

So the five little Peppers and Jasper flew off into reminiscences and accounts of the funny doings, and Mrs. Pepper joined in heartily till the room got very merry with the glee and enthusiasm called forth; so much so, that n.o.body heard Mrs. Whitney knock gently at the door, and n.o.body answering, she was obliged to come in by herself.

”Well, well,” she cried, merrily, looking at the swarm of little ones around Mrs. Pepper and the big chair. ”You are having a nice time! May I come and listen?”

”Oh, if you will, sister,” cried Jasper, springing off from his arm of the chair, while Ben flew from the other side, to hurry and get her a chair.

Percy and Van rushed too, knocking over so many things that they didn't help much; and little d.i.c.k poked his head out from Mrs. Pepper's arms when he saw his mamma sitting down to stay and began to scramble down to get into her lap.

”There now,” said Mrs. Whitney, smiling over at Mrs. Pepper, who was smiling at her. ”You have your baby, and I have mine! Now children, what's it all about? What has Mrs. Pepper been telling you?”