CHAPTER VIII
“OLD FATHER DUBBIN”
THE four Little Peppers went in and shut the big green door.
“I want my Mamsie.” Phronsie stood still in the middle of the kitchen floor.
“So do I,” howled Joel.
Davie began, but stopped at sight of Polly’s face.
“Now see here,” cried Polly, running over to throw her arms around Phronsie, “we must all be good. We promised Mamsie, you know.”
“I want her back,” cried Joel, in a loud voice, as Phronsie wailed steadily on.
“How would you like to play ‘Old Father Dubbin’?” cried Polly, in a shaking voice. “Wouldn’t that be just too fine for anything!”
“Can we really?” cried Joel, his shouts breaking off suddenly.
“Yes,” said Polly. “Now, pet, we are going to play ‘Old Father Dubbin.’ Don’t you want to, Phronsie?”