Polly, second oldest, was ten years old. She did
All the baking and cooking, and cleaning up. And, she took care of Joel, Davie, and Phronsie, so that Mamsie could sew.
By evening, the old kitchen in the Little Brown House was finally quiet. Gone was the hustle and bustle of the day. All of the Peppers, expect for Ben, were busy doing small chores.
Life was hard for the Peppers. Mr.Pepper had died when the youngest, Phronsie, was just a baby. Since then, Mrs.Pepper had worked hard to scrape together enough money to busy food and pay rent on the Little House. Day after day, she worked cheerful at her sewing. She made coats and did mending of all kinds.
In spite of if all, the five little Peppers were a happy bunch and filled Mrs.Pepper’s heart with joy, There was only one thing missing: The Peppers had never been to school. There were so many chores and so little money, that the children had to help as best they could, everyday.
I must get schooling for them somehow. I must ,”Mrs.Pepper promised herself as her fingers flew over the coat she was sewing.
“To help Mother’’ was the greatest goal of each and every Pepper. Ben and Polly spent hours making secret plans, whispering to each other about how they would one day surprise Mother with all the kind things they would do for her.
The younger three Peppers, Joel, Davie, and Phronsie, looked up to and loved Polly and Ben with all their hearts. The Peppers felt they were a very lucky family, indeed. They might not have much money, but they had each other, and that was all really mattered.
“Oh my goodness,” said Polly as she burst into the kitchen. “It’s almost dinnertime. Ben will be home from work any minute!”
Polly reached into the potato sack that hung in the mostly empty cupboard. She pulled out six potatoes, one for each of them.
“I’ll help you, dear, just as soon as I’m done with this mending,” Mrs.Pepper said.
I want to help, too” sang out Phronsie, who toddled in on her chubby little legs and clung to Polly. “May I, Polly? May I?”
“Of course you may, my pet,” Polly told her, kissing the top of Phronsie’s golden head. Polly set Phronsie down on a seat at the table and gave her a crust of bread and butter.
“you don’t need to do a thing, Mamsie, Polly said cheerily to her mother.
Polly, second oldest, was ten years old. She did All the baking and cooking, and cleaning up. And, she took care of Joel, Davie, and Phronsie, so that Mamsie could sew.By evening, the old kitchen in the Little Brown House was finally quiet. Gone was the hustle and bustle of the day. All of the Peppers, expect for Ben, were busy doing small chores.Life was hard for the Peppers. Mr.Pepper had died when the youngest, Phronsie, was just a baby. Since then, Mrs.Pepper had worked hard to scrape together enough money to busy food and pay rent on the Little House. Day after day, she worked cheerful at her sewing. She made coats and did mending of all kinds.In spite of if all, the five little Peppers were a happy bunch and filled Mrs.Pepper’s heart with joy, There was only one thing missing: The Peppers had never been to school. There were so many chores and so little money, that the children had to help as best they could, everyday.I must get schooling for them somehow. I must ,”Mrs.Pepper promised herself as her fingers flew over the coat she was sewing.“To help Mother’’ was the greatest goal of each and every Pepper. Ben and Polly spent hours making secret plans, whispering to each other about how they would one day surprise Mother with all the kind things they would do for her.The younger three Peppers, Joel, Davie, and Phronsie, looked up to and loved Polly and Ben with all their hearts. The Peppers felt they were a very lucky family, indeed. They might not have much money, but they had each other, and that was all really mattered.“Oh my goodness,” said Polly as she burst into the kitchen. “It’s almost dinnertime. Ben will be home from work any minute!”Polly reached into the potato sack that hung in the mostly empty cupboard. She pulled out six potatoes, one for each of them.“I’ll help you, dear, just as soon as I’m done with this mending,” Mrs.Pepper said.I want to help, too” sang out Phronsie, who toddled in on her chubby little legs and clung to Polly. “May I, Polly? May I?”“Of course you may, my pet,” Polly told her, kissing the top of Phronsie’s golden head. Polly set Phronsie down on a seat at the table and gave her a crust of bread and butter.“you don’t need to do a thing, Mamsie, Polly said cheerily to her mother.
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