Five Little Peppers Midway by Margaret Sidney
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Joel sprang up and ran over to pace by the old gentleman's side.
"Christmas was good enough," said the boy, by way of beginning conversation. "Hey?" responded the old gentleman, looking down at him, I should think it was. Well, and how about the wonderful play on the twenty-first? And that was good enough, too, I dare say." "That was well enough," said Joel indifferently, "I don't care for such stuff, though." "Tut--tut!" cried Mr. King in pretended anger, "now I won't have anything said against that wonderful production. Not a thing, sir, do you hear?" Joel laughed, his chubby face twinkling all over in secret amusement. "Well, I know something better, if you'll only let us do it, sir, than a hundred old plays." "And pray what is it?" demanded Mr. King, "let's have it at once. But the idea of surpassing the play! Oh, no, no, it can't be done, sir!" "It's to go and see the little brown house," said Joel, standing up on his tiptoes to a level with the old gentleman's ear, and one eye looking backward to see that nobody heard. Mr. King started, pulled his handsome moustache thoughtfully, looked at Joel sharply, and then over at the group in the firelight. "They don't know anything about it," cried the boy in a whisper, "don't |
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