“Yes, we did,” said David.
“And then he told us that a man in the store said that some folks over at Maybury—real good folks, had Phronsie in their wagon, and—”
“Yes,” said David, “they did.”
“So we knew everything was all right,” Polly ran on gayly, “and Mamsie said all we had to do was to wait patiently, and not stir Ben and Joel up where they were at work in Deacon Blodgett’s south meadow, so—”
“Polly,” cried Davie excitedly, as they ran into the little brown house, “I like that big Mr. Brown very much indeed.”
CHAPTER VII
“GOOD-BY, CHILDREN”
“I MUSTN’T cry again,” said David to himself the next morning. He stopped a minute picking up the chips, before he threw them into the old basket. “Maybe I’ll get to school some time and learn things.”
Then he threw the chips into the basket until it was full enough to empty into the wood-box behind the old stove in the kitchen.
“Mamsie,” cried Joel, rushing in at dinner-time, “’twasn’t any fun piling wood at Deacon Blodgett’s without Dave.”
“Davie can’t pile wood to-day, Joel,” said Mrs. Pepper, “he had such a hard time yesterday going after Phronsie.” She glanced over at him affectionately, as she went into the pantry for the cold potatoes to fry.