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"Tag--tag!" screamed Joel, crowding up in front. "Now begin,
Polly, do, and let me be it."
"I'd rather have the Muffin Man," said Davie, wistfully.
"Muffin--Man--Muffin--Man," echoed Phronsie, beating her small
hands. "Oh, Polly, please do let us have the Muffin Man," she
cried, her yellow hair flying over her flushed face as she
hopped up and down. "Please, Polly!"
"Pshaw!" Joel exclaimed, contemptuously, "that old Muffin Man,
he's no fun. I say 'Tag.' Do begin, Polly," he pulled her sleeve
impatiently.
"The Muffin Man is so very nice," said Davie, reflectively, "and
we haven't played it in so long."
"That old--" began Joel, crossly. Then he caught Polly's eye.
"All right, Dave," he cried. "Go on, Polly. And let Dave be the
Muffin Man, do, Polly."
Polly shot him a beaming glance. "Now that's nice," and she took
Phronsie's hand, who was so overcome with delight she could not
stand still, but was engaged in making a cheese, and tumbling
over in a heap on the grass. "Come on, Pet," and Polly pulled
her up, "don't you see the Muffin Man is waiting for us?" for
there was David standing off at the end of the grass-plot, as
stiff as a stick, and most dignified, all ready to receive his
visitors.
It was after the merry line was dancing back into place that
Joel happened to glance up at the window of the kitchen. And as
quick as a shot he dropped Polly's hand and skipped off on the
tips of his toes over the grass and around the back of the house.
"Dear me!" cried Polly, "whatever can have happened to Joel?"
"Do come on, Polly," begged Phronsie, pulling at her other hand,
and lifting her flushed face pleadingly, "and let us see the
Muffin Man once more."
"So we will, dear," said Polly. "Now then!" So they danced off
gayly. "We all know the Muffin Man--the Muffin Man--the Muffin
Man. We all know the Muffin Man, that lives in Crumpet Lane."
Meantime, Joel rushed in over the back doorstep and into the
kitchen before the man he had seen through the kitchen window
could hear him and turn away from the old cupboard. When he did,
he said something that wouldn't have sounded nice had Joel
stopped to hear it. As it was, he bounded in. "What are you
doing in our house?" he cried, doubling up his fists. "Hey?"
said the man. He wasn't very nice to look at either, and he
peered over and around Joel's sturdy figure, to see if more of
the children were coming after. When he saw that Joel was alone,
and could hear the gay voices out on the grass-plot, he looked
perfectly wicked, and he laughed as he pointed a long and dirty
hand at him.
"You scream, or stir from your tracks, and I'll make mincemeat
of you!" he hissed.
"I ain't a-goin' to scream," declared Joel, scornfully, "an' I'm
goin' to drive you out of our house." With that he dashed at the
man with both small brown fists well doubled up, pommelling
right and left, and butting his stubby black head into the
stranger's waistcoat. And the next minute he was caught in the
long hands and tossed with a thump to the old kitchen floor, and
the wicked eyes were over him as he lay there panting.
"What did I tell you!" cried the man. "Now I'm going to make
mincemeat of you."
"We all know the Muffin Man that lives in Crumpet Lane," sang
Polly and Phronsie merrily, out on the grass-plot, as they
danced away.
"Where _is_ Joel?" cried Polly, as they stopped to take
breath.
"Just once more," begged Phronsie, pulling her hand; "please,
Polly." So down to see the Muffin Man again they danced.
Meantime, Joel was tied up tight and fast with the clothes-line
to the table leg, and in order that he should not use his tongue,
Seraphina's clothes, where Phronsie had thrown her on the
floor, were torn off and crammed into his mouth.
"Now I guess you'll keep still," said the man, turning back to
the cupboard with a grin; "and as long as those youngsters are
at their noise out there, I'm safe enough," and he pulled out
Polly's bread she had just baked that day, done up in a clean
old towel.
"Humph!" as he thrust his tousled head into the cupboard, and
searched for butter, and ran his dirty hands all over the clean,
bare shelves--"well, this will keep me from starving." So he
rolled the towel as tightly as he could over the bread, and
slouched off, shaking his fist at Joel with a parting scowl.
"Now, Phronsie, I can't play another single time," said Polly.
"I must see where Joel is." So she dropped the fat little hand
and raced off, the other children after her.
"Joel--Joel--" they all cried, and just then Mamsie was coming
down the road--oh! so tired, as she had had to stay later than
usual, for the Conference was to meet at the minister's house
next day, and besides the study carpet to be put down, there
were ever and ever so many things to be done. But she had an
extra quarter of a dollar in her pocket, and Polly was to run over
after the Conference dinner and get a basket of the eatables.
"If they leave any," Miss Jerusha, the minister's sister, had said
grimly, "which isn't very likely. I've heard 'em preach often enough
of starved souls. La! 'tisn't a circumstance to the starved bodies
they bring along to Conference." So Mrs. Pepper was turning in
at the dooryard of the little brown house in a happy frame of mind,
when she heard a babel of voices, and Phronsie's little shrill voice
above them all.
"Goodness me, the house must be afire!" she exclaimed, hurrying
over the grass and in at the door. There was Joel, tied hand and
foot, his black eyes blazing, while he was talking as fast as he
could rattle, and Polly was untying the clothes-line, little
Davie getting in the way, with trembling fingers, while Phronsie
stood still and screamed.
"He's got all our bread!" shouted Joel. "Oh, Mamsie!" Phronsie
turned and saw Mrs. Pepper, and ran to her with outstretched
arms.
"Whatever in all this world," exclaimed Mother Pepper, grasping
her baby tightly. "There--there--Phronsie, don't cry, Mammy's
here."
"Oh, Mamsie--Mamsie!" mourned Polly, tugging at the knots in the
clothes-line. Davie scuttled over to Mother Pepper and tried to
get within her arms, too.
"Our bread!" screamed Joel, in a rage, and kicking at the knots.
"Let me up! I'm going after him. He's got it all out of the
cupboard, I tell you!"
"Joel," said Mrs. Pepper, kneeling down by him, with Phronsie by
her side, and putting both arms around his struggling figure,
"Mother doesn't care about the bread; she's got you safe."
Joel snuggled up close to her. "I couldn't help his gettin' it,"
he sniffled, "Mamsie, I couldn't." Then he broke out into a loud
sob.
"Mother knows you couldn't," said Mrs. Pepper, and she shivered
as she thought of what might have been. "You're my brave boy.
But you mustn't go after him, nor out of the house."
"Oh, Mammy!" exclaimed Joel, lifting up his head, his tears all
gone. "I can catch him." He gave an impatient pull at the knots.
"Take care, Joe," cried Polly, "you're pulling 'em tighter. Oh,
Mammy, let us all go after him," she begged with flashing eyes.
"We can catch the bad wicked man."
"No," said Mrs. Pepper, firmly, "not a single one of you must
stir out of this house unless I tell you. And as for bread, why,
we can do without it so long as Joel is safe."
"Phooh!" said Joel, "he didn't hurt me any," just as Polly got
the last knot out that tied his arms. Then he set to work to
help her get his legs free. And in a trice he jumped to his feet
and ran to the window.
"Oh, Mamsie," he teased, craning his neck to look up and down
the road, "do let me go. I can get some sticks in the woodshed,
and I guess I can scare him then."
"All of us," pleaded Polly, hurrying to Mrs. Pepper; "just think,
Mamsie, with big sticks. Do let us."
But Mother Pepper shook her head. "We'll all go over to Grandma
Bascom's and see if he went there. Then Ben'll be home, and he
can run over and tell Deacon Brown. He'll know how to catch the
thief."
"I'm goin' with Ben," announced Joel, decidedly, and coming into
the middle of the kitchen with a bound. "He's my thief. An' I'm
goin' with Mr. Brown to catch him. So there!"
Mrs. Pepper shivered again, but smiled at Phronsie, who clutched
her tightly with her little arms around the neck. "Well, I
declare!" she said with a cheery laugh, "aren't you going to
untie Mother's bonnet-strings, Baby?"
"Yes, Phronsie," said Polly, with another little laugh, "so you
ought to. I declare, we're all so excited we don't know what to
do. I'm going to make your tea, Mamsie," and she spun off to the
old stove.
Mrs. Pepper smiled at her approvingly. "I won't wait for that
now; we ought to get over and see how Grandma Bascom is. I don't
believe he went there, but we'll see."
"I forgot all about her," said Polly, in a shamefaced way. "I'll
run down the lane and see. You don't need to come, Mamsie. We
three will go."
"I'm goin'. I'm goin'," screamed Joel, rushing for the door.
"Joel," called his mother, "come here." Joel slowly retraced
his steps.
"Remember one thing. You stay with Polly, and do just as she
says. And now, children, hurry along. And if you see the man,
you call me." And Mrs. Pepper went to the door, and, with
Phronsie in her arms, watched them scramble down the lane, and
up to Grandma's little cottage.
But Grandma Bascom hadn't seen anybody pass that way, and wasn't
a bit afraid. There she sat, drinking her bowl of tea out under
the lilac bushes.
"Run in an' get some pep'mint drops out o' the cupboard," she
said sociably, "they're in the big green dish. Be careful of it,
for it's cracked."
"We can't," said Polly, "Mamsie wants us to come right home."
Joel's mouth watered. "'Twon't take but a minute, Polly," he
said.
"No, Joe, we mustn't," said Polly, firmly. "Good-by, Grandma.
Now, let's run, boys, as fast as we can, home to Mamsie, and see
which will get there first"
V
ON BANDY LEG MOUNTAIN
And so Joel finally went to the cave alone. But not before a
good many weeks, for the two boys didn't get play-day again in a
long while. There was work to do picking rocks for the neighboring
farmers; and then came potato-planting time when they could help
Ben as he worked for Deacon Brown, who always paid them well
in potatoes that kept them through the winter. And, dear me, there
was always wood to pick up and split, Ben doing the heaviest part
of the chopping; and errands down to the store for Indian meal
and molasses and flour, and to fetch and carry back the coats
and sacks that Mamsie was always sewing up. So at it they kept
all the pleasant days. And, of course, on the rainy days no one
could think of getting off to the woods. So presently Joel almost
forgot about wanting to go, until one day when Polly broke out,
"Now, boys, you can play a good while to-day; your work's all done
up."
Joel twitched Davie's arm and hauled him out to the woodpile
behind the shed. "Now come on, Dave, let's go to old Bandy Leg
Mountain."
"No, I don't want to. I'm never goin' there," said Davie,
shrinking back.
"Not after the flowers?" said Joel, aghast at that.
David looked longingly off to the tip of the mountain
overhanging Badgertown.
"N-no," he said slowly.
"You see," said Joel, wheedlingly, "there must be such a very
great lot up there, and nobody to pick 'em, Dave."
Davie turned his blue eyes full of delight: "I might go a little
way; but I'm not going to the cave; only just after the flowers--the
green ones and the others."
"All right," said Joel, carelessly, thinking that after Davie
got started he could persuade him to keep on. "Now, you wait
here till I get my gun."
Joel's gun was an old willow branch out of which he had knocked
the pith; then he would put in round pebbles, when he wanted to
use it, and punch them out suddenly with another stick, screaming
out at the same time, "Look out, my gun's going off. _Bang!_"
So he ran off nimbly and got his gun from the corner of the
woodshed, where he had hidden it, and then in to Polly in the
kitchen.
"Give us somethin' to eat, Polly, please. Dave an' me."
"You can get some bread in the tin pail in the provision room,
Joe," she said, without looking up. She was trying to sew up a
long seam in one of the coats Mother Pepper was making for Mr.
Atkins, and it bothered her dreadfully, for it wouldn't look
like Mamsie's, try as she would. And she had picked it out three
times, and was just threading her needle to begin again, when
Joel rushed in.
"Why, you've only been through breakfast a little while," she
said quickly. "Dear me, Joe, seems to me you're always hungry."
"How I wish 'twas gingerbread!" cried Joel, tumbling over the
rickety steps in a trice. "Polly, why don't we ever have any?"
he called back, twitching off the cover of the pail. It fell to
the floor and rattled off, making a great noise.
"Stop banging that pail, Joe," called Polly, in a sharp little voice,
and twisting the end of the thread tighter. "Dear me, this hateful
thing won't go in that eye. Go in, you!" with a push that sent the
thread way beyond the needle.
"I ain't bangin' the pail," contradicted Joel, in a loud,
injured voice; "the old thing fell down. 'Twarn't my fault." And
he ran noisily across the provision room to pick it up.
"Well, set it on tight," said Polly, "and you're a very naughty
boy, Joel, and always making a fuss over the bread pail."
Joel didn't hear her, as he was busily engaged in cramming the
cover on the pail, and in a minute or two he came up with his
pockets full of dry bread, and his chubby face beaming with
satisfaction.
Polly tried again, without avail, to thread her needle, and at
last, as he ran out with a good whoop, she laid it down and put
her head back against Mamsie's big chair in which she was
sitting. "O dear," she sighed, "how I wish I could go off to-day
and play just once! How good it must be in the woods!"
"Don't you suppose you'll go when you are a big woman?" asked
Phronsie, laying down Seraphina, where she sat on the floor, and
regarding her gravely. "Ever, Polly?"
"O dear me, yes," said Polly, twitching up her head again, and
picking up the needle and thread. "And I'm a bad, naughty girl,
Phronsie, to fret," she added, her ill-humor flying. "There, now
you've concluded to go in, have you?" this to the eye of the
needle.
"You're never bad, Polly," said Phronsie, taking up Seraphina
once more, feeling that everything was right, as she had seen
Polly smile, and beginning to tie on a remarkable bonnet upside
down.
"Yes I am, Pet, often and often," said Polly, with very red
cheeks, "and I ought to be put in the corner."
"Oh, Polly,--put in the corner!" cried Phronsie, in a tone of
horror. "Why, you couldn't be. You're Polly!"
"Well, I need it," said Polly, shaking her brown head, while the
needle flew in and out merrily. Suddenly she laid it down. "I
must go out and tell Joel I'm sorry. I was cross to him. I'll be
back in a minute," and she sped off.
When she came back she looked very sober.
"They've gone down to the brook, I suppose," glancing at the
clock. "Well, I'll tell Joe just as soon as he gets home," and
slipping into the big chair again, she set to work, and
presently the old kitchen was very quiet, except for the little
song that Phronsie was crooning to Seraphina. At last this
stopped, and Polly, looking off from her work, saw that Phronsie
had fallen over on the floor, and was fast asleep.
"Poor thing!" exclaimed Polly, "she wants her nap." So she took
her up, and carried her into the bedroom, and laid her on the
big four-poster, and came out and shut the door.
"Now I do believe I'll have time to finish these two seams, if I
fly at 'em," she said joyfully. "Then, says I, this old coat's
done, and Mamsie can send the bundle back to-night when she gets
home"--for Mrs. Pepper was away helping one of the village
housekeepers to make her supply of soft soap. Many and many such
an odd job did Mother Pepper get, for which she was thankful
enough, as it helped her to eke out her scanty pittance.
Joel and David trotted on as fast as possible, by many a short
cut through the woods, till they reached the foot of "Bandy Leg
Mountain," so called because the hermit who had lived and died
there had short crooked legs. And at last they began to climb up its
face, David peering on every side for any chance at spying out the
wonderful flowers.
"I most b'lieve there aren't any," at last he said, his feet
beginning to drag.
"Come on," cried Joel, way ahead. "Hoh! what you stoppin' down
there for? Of course you won't find any until you get up nearer
the top. Come on!" and he disappeared in a thick clump of
undergrowth.
"Where are you, Joel?" cried Davie. He was now too frightened to
move, and he was sure he heard a lion roar, though it was only
his heart beating and thumping; so he sat down on the moss and
pine needles, and waited. Joel would surely come back. Meantime
a little bird came up and perched on the branch above his head,
and sang to him, so he felt less lonely.
Joel, supposing Davie was close behind him, trudged on and on.
"Hooray, we're most there!" he shouted at last. "Come on, Dave,"
and he turned around. "Why--Dave--Dave!"
"I guess he's just back there," and Joel ran on, for there was the
big hole in the rocks, and perhaps he'd really see a bear! and,
O dear! he must have his gun ready. And Joel soon stopped thinking
about David, but bounded ahead as fast as he could, and squirmed
in through the narrow slit, and wriggled along down toward the end
of the cave.
Suddenly a very funny noise struck his ear; it wasn't a bit like
a bear, nor even a wood-chuck, for they couldn't talk. And there
surely were a number of voices. Joel stopped squirming, and
stared with wide eyes into the darkness. It smelt dreadfully in
there, so close and hot, and before he could stop it he gave an
awful sneeze.
"What's that?" exclaimed one of the voices. Then they whispered,
and Joel heard some one say, "We're found out." And another one
said a bad word, and laughed, saying nobody'd ever find them
there.
"I guess there's lots in there," said Joel, "an' I better go,"
so he wriggled back out into the light. And he hadn't been there
but a minute when something came squirming down along after him.
Joel flew into the bushes and peered out between the branches.
"Why, it's the man who stole Polly's bread!" he almost screamed.
The man went past the bush, so near that his long dirty fingers
could have picked him out in a minute, and then went down the
other way, looking around carefully, and whistling away softly
to himself, and presently returned to the cave. And as soon as
he had gone in again, Joel hopped out of his bush, and ran at a
lively pace down the mountain-side, thinking only of meeting
David, and then to get Ben and Deacon Brown and a lot of men,
"and won't we come back and catch every single one of 'em,
then!"
There was David fast asleep under his tree, and the little bird
singing to him. "Dave--Dave!" shouted Joel, shaking him hastily,
"wake up! The man that stole our bread's up there. The cave's
full of 'em. I'm goin' to get Ben, an' catch 'em!"
"I'm goin'--to--get--the--flowers," said little Davie, sitting
up straight and blinking. Joel seized his hand and spun him
along as fast as he could around the rocks and boulders that now
stood in the way.
Ben was at Deacon Blodgett's, and looked up to see Joel and
David, hot and panting, rush into the field. "I'm so tired,"
said Davie, and sank down; "O dear me, Ben, I'm so tired."
Joel told his story, rattling it off so that Ben had to shake
his jacket many times. "Hold on there, Joe," he said, "you
haven't seen half that. You've been asleep."
"Come up and see," cried Joel, excitedly. "Oh, Ben, come up and
see."
"What's all this?" asked Farmer Blodgett, drawing near. So Ben
told it as well as he could for Joel, who wanted to go over
every word again, and at last they made him understand.
"Now that boy," said Mr. Blodgett, shifting his quid of tobacco
into the other cheek, "bein's he's a Pepper, knows what he's
a-talkin' of. I'm of th' opinion pretty strong that I'm a-goin' up
Bandy Leg."
"Oh, good! Mr. Blodgett," exclaimed Joel, hopping up and down in
his delight. "Do please hurry this minute and come on."
"Bein's I've lost more hens and chickens the last two weeks than
I ever have in my life before, and only yest'day wife had a hull
pan o' doughnuts took off from the back steps where she'd set
'em to cool, why I'm of the opinion pretty strong that Bandy Leg
Mountain will bear lookin' into. So I'll call Peter an' Jed, an' we'll
hoof it up there right away."
"Oh, Mr. Blodgett, do hurry," begged Joel, "and come." And he
began to dance off impatiently.
"Hold on!" cried the farmer, turning back, "you ain't goin'."
Joel stood absolutely still. "Not going!"
"Th' idee o' takin' a leetle chap like you," laughed Deacon
Blodgett. "Why, I couldn't look your Ma in the face, Joel Pepper,
ef I sh'd do sech a thing."
Joel scanned Ben's face.
"I'm sorry, Joe," said Ben, "but Mamsie wouldn't like it, you
know."
Joel gave a howl. "They're mine. And he's my man who stole our
bread; an' they all b'long to me, for I found 'em." He kept
screaming on.
"Mercy me!" cried Ben, shaking his arm, "stop screaming so, Joe,
you're scaring all Mr. Blodgett's men. They'll think you're half
killed. See 'em running here."
"I don't have to go after 'em, to call 'em, s'long as you yell
like that," observed Farmer Blodgett, grimly.
"An' they all b'long to me, every single one of 'em," screamed
Joel, harder than ever, "so there! an' Mamsie'd let me," he
added in a fresh burst.
"Well, I can't let you," declared Ben, decidedly, "without she
says so; and if we wait here much longer, all those fellows will
be slipping off, maybe. They can hear you up there, for all I
know, you make such a noise."
"See here," cried Deacon Blodgett, sternly, "Joe Pepper, you
stop that noise! Ain't you 'shamed, bein' Mrs. Pepper's boy, to
take on so? Now I'll tell you what I'll do. You've done a good
thing a-drummin' up those scamps, an' I don't wonder you want to
go an' see 'em ketched."
"I want to help catch 'em, and they're mine," said Joel, through
his tears.
"Well,"--and the farmer smiled grimly,--"I don't wonder, so now
I'll tell you what I'll do. Peter shall go along with you home,
an' if your Ma says come, he'll bring you after us. So march
lively."
"Mother isn't home," said Ben. "She's at Miss Perkins' working,
to-day." While Joel screamed shrilly, "Oh, dear-dear-dear,
p'r'aps she won't let me go!"
"Then you hadn't ought to want to," said Deacon Blodgett,
sternly. "Start lively, now, and see."
But Mrs. Pepper, looking into her boy's eyes, and hearing his
story, stood quite still, and Joel's heart went down to his toes.
"I think a boy who can act as bravely as you have, Joe," she
said at last, slowly, "ought to go and see the job finished.
Mother can trust you. Run along," and Joel's feet twinkled so
fast that Peter could hardly see them go.
VI
AB'M's BIRTHDAY PARTY
The robbers were caught, and were lodged in the county jail,
and all the farmers who had hen-roosts robbed, and the farmers'
wives who had their doughnuts stolen, kept coming over to the
little brown house or stopping Mrs. Pepper after church on
Sunday to thank her for what her boy had done, until it got so
that when Joel saw a bonnet coming along the dusty road, or a
wagon stop in front, he would run and hide.
"I won't have 'em put their hands on my head and call me good
boy," he cried, shaking his black hair viciously. "I'll kick
'em--so there!" So one day, when he caught sight of a wagon just
about to stop, he ran, as usual, as fast as he could, off over
to Grandma Bascom's.
"Now that's too bad," said a big tall woman, who got out of the
wagon and made her way up to the door, "for Mis' Beebe said in
partic'ler I was to bring Joel, an' he ain't to home."
"Go and call him, Polly," said Mrs. Pepper, "Come in, won't you,
and sit down?"
Phronsie tried to drag forward a chair, while Polly ran out the
back door, calling, "Joel--Joel!"
"Bless her heart!" exclaimed the visitor, looking at Phronsie.
"No, I can't set; I've got to keep an eye on that horse." As Mr.
Beebe, who ran the little shoe shop up in the town, owned a
horse that nothing but a whip could make go, this seemed
unnecessary. However, Mrs. Pepper only smiled hospitably, while
the woman went on.
"You see, I've only jest about come, as 'twere, on from the West,
an' bein' my boy's got a birthday, an' him bein' grandson, as
you may say, to Mis' Beebe, she thought she'd give him a party."
"Oh, are you Mr. Beebe's daughter?" asked Mrs. Pepper, in
perplexity. "I thought the old people hadn't any children."
"No more'n they hain't," said the visitor, leaning composedly
against the door jamb and keeping her eye on the horse; "but as
you may say, Ab'm's their grandson, for my husband's mother was
sister to Mis' Beebe, an' she's dead, so you see it's next o'
kin, an' it comes in handy to call her Grandma."
"Oh, yes," said Mrs. Pepper.
"Well, an' so Mis' Beebe's goin' to give Ab'm a party. La! she's
been a-bakin' doughnuts all this mornin', got up at four o'clock
an' begun 'em. I never see such sugary ones. They're sights, I
tell you."
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