Five Little Peppers Midway

Five Little Peppers Midway

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LITTLE PEPPERS MIDWAY ***

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FIVE LITTLE PEPPERS MIDWAY
By MARGARET SIDNEY

To MY LITTLE MARGARET Who Is Phronsie Pepper to All Who
Know Her This Book Is Lovingly Inscribed

CONTENTS
1 Phronsie's Pie 2 Cousin Eunice Chatterton 3 The Rehearsal 4
Welcome Home! 5 After the Play 6 The Little Brown House 7 Old
Times Again 8 Some Badgertown Calls 9 A Sudden Blow 10 The Party
Separates 11 Poor Polly! 12 New Work for Polly 13 A Piece of News
14 Mamsie's Wedding 15 Mrs. Chatterton Has a New Plan 16 Where Is
Phronsie? 17 Phronsie Is Found 18 The Girls Have Polly Again 19
Phronsie Is Well Again 20 The Secret 21 The Whitneys' Little Plan 22
Joel 23 Of Many Things 24 Away

I
PHRONSIE'S PIE
"Jefferson," said Phronsie, with a grave uplifting of her eyebrows, "I
think I will go down into the kitchen and bake a pie; a very little pie,
Jefferson."
"Bless you, Miss," replied the cook, showing his white teeth in glee, "it
is the making of the kitchen when you come it."
"Yes, Jefferson," said Phronsie slowly, "I think I will go down make
one. It must be very, very full of plums, you know," looking up at him

anxiously, "for Polly dearly loves plums."
"It shall be that plummy," said Jefferson convincingly, "that you'd think
you never saw such a one for richness. Oh, my! what a pie that shall
be!" exclaimed the cook, shutting up one eye to look through the other
in a spasm of delight at an imaginary pie; "so it's for Miss Mary, is it?"
"Yes," said Phronsie, "it is. Oh, Jefferson, I'm so glad you like to have
me make one," she clasped her hands in silent rapture, and sat down on
the lowest stair to think it over a bit, Jefferson looking at her, forgetful
that the under cook was fuming in the deserted domains over his delay
to return. At last he said, bowing respectfully, "If you please, Miss, it's
about time to begin. Such a pie ain't done without a deal of care, and
we'd best have it a-baking as soon as may be."
"Yes," said Phronsie, getting off from her stair, and surrendering her
hand to his big black palm, "we ought to go right this very minute. But
I must get my apron on;" she stopped and looked down at her red dress.
"Oh! you can take one of my aprons," said the cook, "they're as fine,
and big, and white, and I'll just put you in one of 'em and tie you up as
snug; you'll come out as clean and sweet when we're through, as you
are now, Miss."
"Tie me up?" laughed Phronsie in glee. "Oh! how nice, Jefferson. Do
you know I love you very much, Jefferson, you're so very good to me?"
The big fellow drew a long breath. "No, Miss, I'm big and black, and
just fit to stay downstairs," he managed to say.
"But I love you better because you are black, Jefferson," insisted
Phronsie, "a great deal better. You are not like everybody else, but you
are just yourself," clinging to his hand.
"Well, Miss, I ain't just fit for a lily to touch and that's the truth,"
looking down at his palm that the small white hand grasped closely.
"It's clean, Miss," he added with pardonable pride, "but it's awful
black."
"I like