Five Little Peppers Grown Up by Margaret Sidney
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Polly, who caught the last words, looked down reproachfully at him from
the platform where Phronsie always insisted that she should sit close to her. "Can't help it," Joel telegraphed back, "I can't stop her crying." Phronsie heard now, and getting out of her chair, she stepped to the platform edge. "Let me take her," she begged. "Phronsie, you can't have her up here!" Polly exclaimed, while old Mr. King put forth an uneasy hand to stop all such proceedings, and two or three of the others hurried up to remonstrate with Joel. "She wants to see me," said Phronsie, putting her cool cheek against the dark little one; "it's the new child that came yesterday," and she took her off from Joel's shoulder, and staggered back to her seat by Polly's side. "Phronsie, do put her down," whispered Polly, "it's almost time to begin," glancing off at the clock under its wealth of evergreen at the farther end of the hall. "Here, do let me take her." But Phronsie was whispering so fast that she didn't hear. "What is it? Please tell me quickly, for it is almost time to have the Tree." At mention of the Tree, the little creature sat straight in Phronsie's white lap. "May I have some of it, if I am black?" she begged, her beady eyes running with tears. "Yes," said Phronsie, "I've tied a big doll on it for you my very own |
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