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Five Little Peppers And How They Grew
by Margaret Sidney

To the Memory of MY MOTHER; wise in counsel--tender in judgment,
and in all charity--strengthful in Christian faith and purpose--I dedicate,
with reverence, this simple book.

CONTENTS
A HOME VIEW MAKING HAPPINESS FOR MAMSIE MAMSIE'S
BIRTHDAY TROUBLE FOR THE LITTLE BROWN HOUSE MORE
TROUBLE HARD DAYS FOR POLLY THE CLOUD OVER THE
L1TI'LE BROWN HOUSE JOEL'S TURN SUNSHINE AGAIN A
THREATENED BLOW SAFE NEW FRIENDS PHRONSIE PAYS A
DEBT OF GRATITUDE A LETTER TO JASPER JOLLY DAYS
GETTING A CHRISTMAS FOR THE LITTLE ONES CHRISTMAS
BELLS! EDUCATION AHEAD BRAVE WORK AND THE

REWARD POLLY IS COMFORTED PHRONSIE GETTING READY
FOR MAMSIE AND THE BOYS WHICH TREATS OF A GOOD
MANY MATTERS POLLY'S DISMAL MORNING POLLY'S BIG
BUNDLE

FIVE LITTLE PEPPERS

A HOME VIEW
The little old kitchen had quieted down from the bustle and confusion
of mid-day; and now, with its afternoon manners on, presented a
holiday aspect, that as the principal room in the brown house, it was
eminently proper it should have. It was just on the edge of the twilight;
and the little Peppers, all except Ben, the oldest of the flock, were
enjoying a "breathing spell," as their mother called it, which meant
some quiet work suitable for the hour. All the "breathing spell" they
could remember however, poor things; for times were always hard with
them nowadays; and since the father died, when Phronsie was a baby,
Mrs. Pepper had had hard work to scrape together money enough to put
bread into her children's mouths, and to pay the rent of the little brown
house.
But she had met life too bravely to be beaten down now. So with a
stout heart and a cheery face, she had worked away day after day at
making coats, and tailoring and mending of all descriptions; and she
had seen with pride that couldn't be concealed, her noisy, happy brood
growing up around her, and filling her heart with comfort, and making
the little brown house fairly ring with jollity and fun.
"Poor things!" she would say to herself, "they haven't had any bringing
up; they've just scrambled up!" And then she would set her lips
together tightly, and fly at her work faster than ever. "I must get
schooling for them some way, but I don't see how!"
Once or twice she had thought, "Now the time is coming!"