David bobbed his head.
“Go on.”
“She—told—me—to—”
“Yes.”
“To dust—the—books—and—”
“Well, go on.”
“And I didn’t—O dear!”
“And you disobeyed dear Mrs. Henderson! Oh, David Pepper, how could you!” Polly turned very white again, and cold little shivers ran up and down her back. To think that the parsonage people should ever have one of the Pepper children disobey them!
When Polly said, “David Pepper, how could you!” it wasn’t to be lightly borne. So now Davie raised such a despairing little face that Polly hastened to say, “Well, you must tell me all about it.”
“There was a boy in the book—”