“Joel had two bears, and he told all about ’em,” said David; “I didn’t tell any story,” he said again in a sorry little voice.
“And—and—he told about Peter, and he’s going to school,” Joel brought up with a wry face.
“Well, now,” said Mother Pepper, “I think that must have been a very good story, and how nice that you two boys could tell it together.”
CHAPTER V
ON THE MAYBURY ROAD
PHRONSIE crept up to the wood-pile and peered around it. “Are you sick, Davie?” she asked in a soft little voice.
David jumped up, tossing the soft waves of light hair from his forehead. “I’m not sick a bit,” he said.
“What makes you cry then?” persisted Phronsie, picking up her pink calico dress to clamber over the wood.
Davie turned his back and wiped his hot cheeks.
“I see some tears,” said Phronsie in a distressed little voice; and stumbling on over the wood, a big stick slipped down against her toes.
David whirled around. “Don’t come!” he screamed, making frantic dives over the wood-pile. Away went two or three sticks, carrying Phronsie with them.