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Title: Five Little Peppers Grown Up

Author: Margaret Sidney


CONTENTS

CHAPTER I. POLLY GIVES MUSIC LESSONS
CHAPTER II. GETTING READY FOB CHRISTMAS
CHAPTER III. CHRISTMAS AT DUNRAVEN
CHAPTER IV. THE FESTIVITIES
CHAPTER V. BAD NEWS
CHAPTER VI. OF MANY THINGS
CHAPTER VII. PHRONSIE
CHAPTER VIII. POLLY LOOKS OUT FOR CHARLOTTE
CHAPTER IX. POLLY'S RECITALMore

Title: Five Little Peppers Grown Up

Author: Margaret Sidney


CONTENTS

CHAPTER I. POLLY GIVES MUSIC LESSONS
CHAPTER II. GETTING READY FOB CHRISTMAS
CHAPTER III. CHRISTMAS AT DUNRAVEN
CHAPTER IV. THE FESTIVITIES
CHAPTER V. BAD NEWS
CHAPTER VI. OF MANY THINGS
CHAPTER VII. PHRONSIE
CHAPTER VIII. POLLY LOOKS OUT FOR CHARLOTTE
CHAPTER IX. POLLY'S RECITAL
CHAPTER X. PHRONSIE HAS A PLAN
CHAPTER XI. THINGS ARE GETTING MIXED
CHAPTER XII. POLLY TRIES TO DO WHAT IS RIGHT
CHAPTER XIII. THE ACCIDENT
CHAPTER XIV. JOEL
CHAPTER XV. THE FARMHOUSE HOSPITAL
CHAPTER XVI. ON THE BORDERLAND
CHAPTER XVII. JASPER
CHAPTER XVIII. MR. KING ATTENDS TO MATTERS
CHAPTER XIX. MOTHER FISHER AND CHARLOTTE
CHAPTER XX. STRAIGHTENING OUT AFFAIRS
CHAPTER XXI. POLLY TRIES TO HELP JASPER
CHAPTER XXII. MR. KING AND POLLY
CHAPTER XXIII. THAT SETTLES MANY THINGS
CHAPTER XXIV. HOME!

LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS

"Well, Amy child, how can I help you?"
"Why, Polly Pepper, what do you mean?"
"Baby ought to have a Christmas tree," said Phronsie slowly
"Oh!" said Jack Loughead. Then he tapped his boot with his walking stick
"Joel's gone," panted Phronsie, flying back
Joel swinging a big box, rushed into Dunraven Hall
"And did we," cried Phronsie, "find it out, Polly, and spoil it all?"
"Will you?" asked Phronsie, looking down into their faces
"We don't know how to tell it, Grandpapa"
"Now do set us to work, Joel"
"Oh, you don't know how I miss those boys!"
"And please make dear papa give her the right things"
Charlotte, standing composedly in one corner of the hall
Alexia coolly read on, one arm around Polly
"My dear Alexia," cried Miss Salisbury, quite softened, "don't feel so"
"I'll not sing a note!"
"For shame, Polly, if the Little Brown House teachings are forgotten
like this"
Polly turned and waved her music-roll at them
"I'm not going to lecture you"
"Don't stop me," cried Pickering crossly
"I'm going home," declared Charlotte
"What do you say?" cried Polly
"Oh, Polly, are you hurt?"
Old Mr. King drew up his chair to oversee it all
"You come along yourself, Dobbs," said Joel pleasantly
"I'll help you; I'm strong," said Charlotte.
"It's so nice, everybody is getting on so well," said Polly
Then Phronsie glanced back again, and softly jogged the cradle
"Why do you put your apron up there?" asked Phronsie in gentle reproach
"An old gentleman in my room," repeated Jasper, turning on the stairs
"Good-morning," said Mr. Marlowe; "business all right?"
"How you can sit there and laugh when Joe is in danger, I don't see,"
exclaimed Percy irritably.
"Well, now I have two babies," said Mother Fisher
"I've always found," said Dr. Fisher, "that all you had to do to start a
thing, was to begin"
"Phronsie, get a glass of water; be quick, child!"
"I think it was a mean shame!" began Dick wrathfully
"Oh. why did I speak?" cried Polly over and over
"Are you sick, Polly?" cried Phronsie anxiously
"Polly hasn't had all the milk," said Phronsie
Amy
"Nothing can be too good for Polly Pepper!" cried Alexia, starting
forward
He walked off, leaving Polly alone in the lane
"My! what a sight of fish!" exclaimed Mrs. Higby, dropping to her knees
beside the basket
"Now, Jasper, you begin," cried Polly, "and we'll tell Mamsie all about
it, as we always do when we get home"
"Polly, do come with us!"
"And you will be my own brother, Jasper," said Phronsie





CHAPTER I.

POLLY GIVES MUSIC LESSONS.


"Miss Pepper--Miss Pepper!"

Polly turned quickly, it was such an anxious little cry.

"What? Oh, Amy Loughead."

Amy threw herself up against Polly's gown. "Oh, if I may," she began,
flushing painfully. "You see my brother is coming to-morrow--I've a
letter--so if you will let me."

"Let you what?" cried Polly, with a little laugh; "go on, Amy, don't be
afraid."

"You see it is just this way," Amy twisted her fingers together, drew
her breath hard, and rushed on nervously; "Jack--he's my brother, you
know--promised me--I never told you--if I would only learn to play on
the piano,

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