"Oh, no, Phronsie," said Polly, with a little laugh, "you must eat your bread first. Folks don"t ever eat cake first."
"Don"t they?" asked Phronsie.
"No, indeed; there, hop up into your chair." Polly flew into her own. "Why don"t those boys come?" she cried in a vexed little way.
"It won"t make them come any quicker to fret over it," observed Mother Pepper, composedly, and getting into her chair. "Come, Ben, sit down, and we"ll begin."
So the grace was said, and the bread was pa.s.sed. "Oh, Ben!"
exclaimed Polly, in dismay, "you didn"t wash your hands!" as he was going to take a piece.
"I forgot it," said Ben, looking down at them. Then he got out of his chair and went out into the woodshed, where a tin basin and a towel and soap were always ready, for Mother Pepper said they might be poor, and that they couldn"t help, but they could keep clean and nice.
Polly nibbled at her dry bread, but she couldn"t keep her eyes off the cake, and Phronsie bit little pieces all around the edge of her slice. Then she laid it down. "Now I"m ready for the cake," she said, holding out both hands again. "Please give it to me, Mammy."
"Oh, no, Phronsie," said Mrs. Pepper, shaking her head, "Mother can"t give it to you till you"ve eaten all your slice. Besides, you must wait till Polly is through, and I will pa.s.s it to her first."
"I don"t want any more bread, Mammy dear," said Phronsie, gravely.
"You must eat it," said Mrs. Pepper, firmly.
"See, Phronsie, mine"s going fast," cried Polly, with another bite that rapidly diminished her slice. "Oh, you can"t think how soon it will be gone, if you begin to eat." And Polly munched away determinedly, but she kept looking at the cake. Ben came in, and slid into his chair, and took a piece of bread.
"Why don"t those boys--" began Polly. "Oh, I forgot, Mamsie,"
with a little laugh, and the door opened, and in burst Joel and David with very red faces, and talking at once.
"Oh, it"s comin"!"
"Over at Hillsbury--"
"Horses and--"
"Monkeys--"
"And a big elephant and--"
"A band--" this from Joel, who screamed it above Davie"s faint treble.
"And a bear, and a hippi--hoppi--"
Polly dropped her bread-slice in astonishment, and Mrs. Pepper sat quite straight in her chair. Phronsie had just concluded to try again and do like Polly, so she sat quite still and stared, with her bread halfway to her mouth. Ben"s head drooped over his plate, and he pushed his bread in rapidly, nearly choking himself.
"Boys," said Mrs. Pepper, "don"t both talk together. Joel, you may begin, because you are the oldest." But it was impossible to stop them, as they rushed up to her and threw their arms around her.
"Oh, Mammy," cried little Davie, his cheeks aflame, "you can"t think--there"s monkeys!"
At that Phronsie gave a little squeal, and before Polly could stop her, she slipped out of her chair and plunged over to her mother. "Oh, Mammy, I want a monkey, I do."
"And bears--and horses," shouted Joel, winding both arms around Mother Pepper"s neck.
"Whatever in all this world!" exclaimed Mrs. Pepper, looking over their heads. Then her eyes fell on Ben. "Do you know anything of all this?" she asked.
"Yes"m," said Ben, his head dropping lower yet, while Joel and David howled on, and Phronsie screamed to be taken up in her mother"s lap, and that she wanted a monkey too. Polly sat as if paralyzed.
"What is it?" asked Mrs. Pepper.
"The circus," said Ben, slowly, "coming over to Hillsbury."
Polly sprang from her chair, upsetting it, and plunged over to Mrs. Pepper. "Oh, Mamsie!" she screamed, as loud as the others, "the circus! the circus! Oh, oh! Can"t we go? We must!"
Poor Mrs. Pepper sank back in her chair, with the four little Peppers swarming all around her, and all pleading together, till the kitchen seemed fairly to ring with the noise.
"We can"t, Polly," said Ben, hoa.r.s.ely. "You know we can"t. And Joel and David ought not to have told."
Polly turned a deaf ear, and kept on, "Oh, Mamsie, we"ve never seen one, "cept the pictures. We must go!" On hearing this from Polly, Joel and David made as much worse clamor as was possible, drowning Phronsie"s voice.
"Aren"t you ashamed, Polly!" cried Ben over at her. "You know we can"t go, so what"s the use?"
"We can go," cried Polly, pa.s.sionately, back at him, "if Mamsie"ll only say so. We"ve never seen one, and we _must_ go."
"Now, children," said Mother Pepper, in a firm voice that rose above the din, "stop, every one of you, at once, and go and sit down."
When Mamsie spoke like that, the five little Peppers always knew that she meant to be obeyed, so they drew off from her and tumbled into their chairs; all but Phronsie. "I"ll take you into my lap," said Mother Pepper, so Phronsie snuggled, well-contented, in her usual nest, and folded her small hands.
"Now, then," said Mrs. Pepper, "as it is quiet enough so I can think, I"ll hear the story. Ben, you may begin."
"Oh, let me--let me, Mamsie," begged Joel. "You said I might, "cause I"m the oldest."
"That was because it was between you and David to tell it, and you didn"t take the chance," said Mother Pepper, coolly. "Now Ben must do it."
"Why, there"s a big yellow paper down to the store," began Ben, slowly, and trying to make it as short as possible, "and--"
"It"s got pictures of all the horses," interrupted Joel, springing up from his seat, his black eyes dancing, "and--"
"Joel, sit down," said Mrs. Pepper, sternly, "and don"t interrupt. Go on, Ben."
Joel dropped, as if shot, back into his chair.
"And it"s comin" to Hillsbury next week Wednesday," went on Ben, unwillingly, "and that"s all, Mamsie. Only Joe and David shouldn"t a-told."
"Tisn"t all," declared Polly, defiantly, with very red cheeks; "we must go! We"ve never seen a circus, and now it"s goin" to be in Hillsbury, we _must_ go!" She seemed unable to stop herself. Ben stared at her in amazement.
"Must is a hard word to use, Polly," said Mother Pepper, dryly.
"I mean you"ll let us, I "most know," mumbled Polly, her cheeks turning scarlet, and twisting her hands together. "Won"t you, Mamsie?"
"Won"t you, Mamsie?" piped Phronsie, poking her head up like a little bird out of her nest, to look into Mother Pepper"s face.
"How much does it cost, Ben?" asked Mrs. Pepper, smiling down at her baby, but not answering.