Five Little Peppers and How They Grew by Margaret Sidney
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only she was to be kept from taking cold, scampered around in
stocking-feet in search of her shoes, which she hadn't seen since she was first taken sick. "Oh, I want on my very best shoes," she cried; "can't I, mammy?" "Oh, no, Phronsie; you must keep them nice," remonstrated her mother; "you can't wear 'em every-day, you know." "'Tisn't every-day," said Phronsie, slowly; it's only one day." "Well, and then you'll want 'em on again tomorrow," said her mother. "Oh, no, I won't!" cried Phronsie; "never, no more to-morrow, if I can have 'em to-day; please, mammy dear!" Mrs. Pepper went to the lowest drawer in the high bureau, and took therefrom a small parcel done up in white tissue paper. Slowly unrolling this before the delighted eyes of the child, who stood patiently waiting, she disclosed the precious red-topped shoes which Phronsie immediately clasped to her bosom. "My own, very own shoes! whole mine!" she cried, and trudged out into the kitchen to put them on herself. "Hulloa!" cried Dr. Fisher, coming in about a quarter of an hour later to find her tugging laboriously at the buttons-- "new shoes! I declare!" |
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