“And give him mine,” said Davie, hurrying over to Mrs. Pepper.
“No, children, there is enough for all, and I will fry some for Ben at another time. Run down and see if Polly and Phronsie are coming from the store.”
“O dear, my legs are tired,” said Joel crossly, and tumbling on the kitchen floor, he waved them in the air.
“I’ll go—I’ll go,” said Davie, running to get his cap.
“No,” said Mother Pepper. “You are not to go, Davie.”
“Dave wants to go,” said Joel, rolling over to look at her with his black eyes.
“Davie is very tired since yesterday,” said Mrs. Pepper. “Get up, Joel, and go to the gate at once.”
“Polly’s always late,” grumbled Joel, getting up to his feet.
“Polly is never late,” said David stoutly. “She’s always and ever here,” and his face got very red.
“There—there, boys,” said Mrs. Pepper. “Run along, Joel.”