Five Little Peppers Abroad | Page 3

sharply. He had little black eyes, and they now snapped in a
truly dreadful way at them.
"We came to find her little sister," said Jasper, politely, for Polly was
quite beyond speaking.
"Sister? I don't know anything about your sister," said the old
gentleman, irascibly. "And this room isn't a place for children, I can tell
you," he added, as if he owned the library and the whole ship.
Jasper made no reply.
"Phronsie isn't here." Polly clasped her hands again tighter than ever.
"And, oh, Jasper!" and she looked at the angry old face before them
with pitying eyes.
"What I say to my grandson, Tom, and what he says to me, is our own
business!" exclaimed the old gentleman in a passion, thumping the
table with his clenched hand. "And no one else has a right to hear it."
"I am so very sorry we heard it," said Polly, the colour which had quite
gone from her cheek now rushing back. "And we are going right away,
sir."
"You would much better," said the old man, nodding angrily. "And you,
boy, too; I suppose you think yourself better than my Tom. But you are
not--not a bit of it!" And suddenly he tried to start to his feet, but
lurched heavily against the table instead.
Polly and Jasper rushed over to him. "Lean on me, sir," said Jasper,
putting both arms around him, while Polly ran to his other side, he was
shaking so dreadfully.
The old gentleman essayed to wave them off. "Let me alone," he said

feebly; "I'm going after my grandson, Tom." His voice sank to a
whisper, and his head dropped to his breast. "He's got money--he's
always getting it, and I'm going to see what he's doing with it."
"Polly," said Jasper, "you help me put him back on the sofa; there,
that's it," as the old man sank feebly down against the cushions; "and
then I'll run and find his grandson."
It was just the time when everybody seemed to be in the state-rooms, or
out on deck in steamer chairs, so Polly sat there at the old man's head,
feeling as if every minute were an hour, and he kept gurgling, "Tom's a
bad boy--he gets money all the time, and I'm going to see what he's
doing with it," with feeble waves of his legs, that put Polly in a fright
lest he should roll off the sofa at every lurch of the steamer.
"Tom is coming," at last she said, putting her hand on the hot forehead.
"Please stay still, sir; you will be sick."
"But I don't want Tom to come," cried the old gentleman, irritably.
"Who said I wanted him to come? Hey?" He turned up his head and
looked at her, and Polly's hand shook worse than ever when the little
snapping eyes were full on her face, and she had all she could do to
keep from running out of the room and up on deck where she could
breathe freely.
"I am so sorry," she managed to gasp, feeling if she didn't say
something, she should surely run. "Does your head feel better?" And
she smoothed his hot forehead gently just as Phronsie always did
Grandpapa's when it ached. And when she thought of Phronsie, then it
was all she could do to keep the tears back. Where could she be? And
would Jasper never come back?
And just then in ran Tom with a great clatter, complaining noisily every
step of the way. "I told you you'd much better get off to your stateroom,
Granddad!" he exclaimed. "Here, I'll help you down there." And he laid
a hasty hand on the feeble old arm.
"I think he is sick," said Polly, gently. Jasper came hurrying in.
"Phronsie is all right," he had time to whisper to Polly.
"Oh, Jasper!" the colour rushed into her cheek that had turned quite
white. "I am so glad."
"Nonsense!" exclaimed Tom, abruptly. "It's only one of his crotchets.
You don't know; he gets up plenty of 'em on occasion."
"What did you want a sovereign for?" asked the old gentleman,

querulously, taking his sharp little eyes off Polly to fasten them on his
grandson's face. "Say, I will know."
"And I say no matter," retorted Tom, roughly. "And you ought to come
down to your state-room where you belong. Come, Granddad!" And he
tried again to lay hold of his arm. But the little old gentleman sank back,
and looked up at Polly again. "I think I'll stay here," he said.
"I say," began the boy, in an embarrassed way, "this is dreadfully rough
on you," and then he looked away from Polly to Jasper. "And if you
knew him as well as I do," nodding his head