"Yes," said Joel, "pins, an" good ones, too, not crooked, bent old things."
"Pins cost money," said Mrs. Pepper, looking up from her work-basket. "I suppose you know that, Joel?"
"Well, we can"t let folks in without paying," said Joel, in deep anxiety. ""Twouldn"t be a circus if we did."
"I tell you," said Polly, seeing his forehead all puckered up in wrinkles; "why don"t you have some tickets, Joel, made out of paper, you know, and marked on "em for ten cents and five cents?"
"Where"d you get the paper, Polly?" asked Ben, who was very practical. "Better not propose anything you can"t carry out.
Look at Joe"s face," he whispered, under cover of the shouts from the two boys.
"O dear me!" cried Polly, whispering back, "we never have anything!
It"s perfectly dreadful, Ben; and we must help Joe. And you know yourself there aren"t any pins hardly in the house, and Mamsie couldn"t give us one of those."
"You must think of something else besides paper, for that"s just as bad as pins," said Ben, with perfect faith that Polly would contrive a good way out of the difficulty.
Polly put her head into her two hands, while Joel was vociferating, "Oh, tickets! Goody! Polly"s going to make "em!
Polly"s going to make "em!" in a way to fill her with dismay, while she racked her brains to think what would satisfy Joel as entrance money to his circus.
"Now, children," she said briskly, lifting her head, her hands falling to her lap, "Ben says we can"t manage the tickets very well, because we haven"t any paper." She hurried on, "Be still, Joe!" as she saw signs of a howl. "But I"ll tell you something else you might have, Joel, and we"ve got plenty of "em, and they"re round, and oh, so nice!" By this time her voice had such a confident ring, and she laughed so gayly, that little Davie cried out, "I know it"s nice, Polly," and even Joel looked enthusiastic.
"It"s just as nice," declared Polly, clasping her hands. "Oh, you can"t think! And I"ll help you gather some."
"What is it?" screamed Joel; "do tell, Polly."
"It"s cheeses," said Polly; "don"t you know, Joe, out in the yard?" They were the little, round, green things, so called by the children, that grew on a little plant in the gra.s.s, and they used to pick and eat them.
"Oh, they"re not money," said Joel, falling back, horribly disappointed.
"Neither are tickets money," said Polly, airily; "they only mean money; and the cheeses can mean it just as well. Besides, they"re round."
"And I think the cheeses are a great deal better than anything, to pay with," said Ben, coming to Polly"s rescue. "And you can charge as much as you want to, you know, Joe, "cause they"re plenty."
"So I can," cried Joel, quite delighted at this. "Well, you must pay fifty, no, seventy-five cheeses to get in, Ben."
"Oh, I guess I shall spend my time picking seventy-five cheeses!" cried Ben; "you must let me in cheaper"n that, Joel."
"You may come in for ten, then," said Joel, coming down with a long jump, very much alarmed lest Ben should not be able to get in. And as for having the circus without him--why, that would be dreadful!
"You do think up such perfectly beautiful things, Polly," cried David, huddling up close to her, and lifting his flushed cheeks.
"Dear me!" exclaimed Polly, catching sight of them, "your face is awful red." And she caught Mother Pepper"s eye.
"I know it," said Mrs. Pepper, the troubled look coming back.
She laid down her work. "Come here, David, and let Mother see you."
So Davie got up from the ring on the floor, and ran over to his mother, and climbed in her lap. "I don"t see what "tis," she said, looking him over keenly. Then she made him open his mouth, and she got a spoon and looked down his throat. "It isn"t red,"
she declared, "and I don"t believe it"s sore."
"No," said little Davie, "it isn"t sore, Mammy. Mayn"t I go back, now?" he asked, looking longingly over at the group on the floor.
"I know what"s the matter with Dave," said Ben, wisely. "He"s been so many animals this week, Joel"s made him, that he"s tired to death."
"I think you"re right, Ben," said Mrs. Pepper. "Well now, Davie, Mother is sorry to send you to bed before the time--it"s ten minutes yet to half-past seven; but she thinks it best."
"Do you, Mamsie?" said Davie.
"Yes, I do," said Mrs. Pepper, firmly. "I really think it"s best.
You"re all tired out, and to-morrow I guess you"ll wake up as bright as a cricket."
"Then I"ll go if you want me to," said David, with a sigh, and sliding out of her lap he went slowly out and up to the loft.
"I haven"t got to go for ten minutes," sang Joel after him.
"Goody, ain"t I glad!"
"It"s too bad Davie had to go," mourned Polly; "but I suppose it"s best."
"Yes," said Ben, "he"d be sick if he didn"t. It"s most too bad he has to go alone, though," and his blue eyes rested on Joel"s face.
Joel began to squirm uncomfortably.
"Don"t you think "twould be nice, Joe," said Polly, "for you to go with Davie? He"s so much littler; it"s too forlorn for him to go up to bed alone."
"No, I don"t," snapped Joel. "I"m going to stay down and talk over my circus. You may get in for ten cheeses, too, Polly," he said magnificently.
"Thank you," said Polly, coldly.
Joel gave her a queer look. "And I"m going to let Sally Brown in for ten. No, she"s got plenty of cheeses in her yard, she"s got to pay more," he rattled on. Polly and Ben said nothing.
"I"ll go if you want me to, Polly," at last Joel sniffed out.
"I don"t want you to," said Polly, still with a cold little manner, "unless you want to go yourself, Joel. But I should think you would want to, when you think of poor little Davie going up there alone. You know you don"t like to do it, and you"re such a big boy."
Joel struggled to his feet. "I"ll go, Polly," he shouted. Mamsie flashed him a smile as he dashed past and stumbled up the steps of the loft.
But the next morning David didn"t seem to be bright and wide awake as a cricket, and although there was nothing the matter with him, except he still had his red cheeks and complained when any one asked him if he felt sick, that he was tired, that that was all, Mother Pepper kept him in bed. And that night he came down to sleep in Mamsie"s big bed, and Polly had a little shake-down on the floor.
"I wish I could ever be sick!" said Joel, when he saw the preparations for the night.
"Oh, Joel, don"t wish such perfectly dreadful things," said Polly.
"Well, I never sleep with Mamsie," said Joel, in an injured tone.
"And Davie gets all the good times."
"Now, Joel," said Mrs. Pepper, the morning after that, "I"m sorry to disappoint you, but you can"t have your circus awhile yet, till Davie gets real strong. So you must rest your animals," she said with a smile, "and they"ll be all the better when the right time comes."
Joel, swallowing his disappointment as best he could, went out and sat on the back steps to think about it. He sat so very still, that Polly ran out after a while to look at him. "Oh, Joe, you aren"t crying!" she said in dismay.
"No," said Joe, lifting his head; "but, Polly, I"m afraid my animals will all run away if I don"t have the circus pretty soon.
Don"t you s"pose Mamsie"ll let me have it in the bedroom Dave could sit up in the bed and see it."