{"product_id":"2940013519718","title":"FIVE LITTLE PEPPERS AND THEIR FRIENDS","description":"CONTENTS\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI. A FIVE-O'CLOCK TEA\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eII. PHRONSIE\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIII. CLEM FORSYTHE\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIV. MISS TAYLOR'S WORKING BEE\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eV. \"SHE'S MY LITTLE GIRL\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eVI. GRANDMA BASCOM\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eVII. THE DISAPPOINTMENT\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eVIII. THE GARDEN PARTY\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIX. THE TEN-DOLLAR BILL\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eX. TROUBLE FOR JOEL\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eXI. RACHEL\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eXII. DOINGS AT THE PARSONAGE\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eXIII. \"SHE'S GOING TO STAY HERE FOREVER\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eXIV. \"CAN'T GO,\" SAID JOEL\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eXV. UP IN ALEXIA'S PRETTY ROOM\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eXVI. THE ACCIDENT\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eXVII. JOEL'S ADVENTURE\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eXVIII. THE COMFORT COMMITTEE\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eXIX. JOEL'S NEW FRIEND\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eXX. THE COOKING CLUB\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eXXI. OF MANY THINGS IN GENERAL\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eXXII. RACHEL'S VISIT TO MISS PARROTT\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eXXIII. THE OLD PARROTT HOMESTEAD\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eXXIV. RACHEL'S FUTURE\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eXXV. JACK PARISH\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eXXVI. MR. HAMILTON DYCE A TRUE FRIEND\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eXXVII. A PIECE OF GOOD NEWS\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eXXVIII. THE LITTLE STONE CUPBOARD\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eILLUSTRATIONS\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"WHAT ARE YOU DOING, PHRONSIE, SITTING DOWN IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STAIRS?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFIVE-O'CLOCK TEA\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"BUT THIS IS TEN DOLLARS,\" SAID JOEL\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"ON, LARRY,\" SAID MISS TAYLOR GENTLY, BENDING OVER HIM\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"YES, SIR,\" CALLED JOEL BACK, FROM THE ALCOVE\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTHE UNLUCKY OAR WAS SEIZED BY THE TRIUMPHANT CREW\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"I USED TO PLAY WITH IT,\" SHE SAID SOFTLY\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHE STOOD IN THE MIDDLE OF THE LITTLE SHOP\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA FIVE-O'CLOCK TEA\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"I wish,\" said Phronsie slowly, \"that you'd come in, little girl.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Can't.\" The girl at the gate peered through the iron railings, pressing\u003cbr\u003eher nose quite flat, to give the sharp, restless, black eyes the best\u003cbr\u003echance.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Please do,\" begged Phronsie, coming up quite close; \"I very much wish you\u003cbr\u003ewould.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Can't,\" repeated the girl on the outside. \"Cop won't let me.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Who?\" asked Phronsie, much puzzled and beginning to look frightened.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Perlice.\" The girl nodded briefly, taking her face away from the iron\u003cbr\u003erailings enough to accomplish that ceremony. Then she plastered her nose up\u003cbr\u003eagainst its support again, and stared at Phronsie with all her might.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Oh,\" said Phronsie, with a little laugh that chased away her fright,\"\u003cbr\u003ethere isn't any big policeman here. This is Grandpapa's garden.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"'Tain't, it's the perliceman's; everything's the perliceman's,\"\u003cbr\u003econtradicted the girl, snapping one set of grimy fingers defiantly.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Oh, no,\" said Phronsie, softly but very decidedly, \"this is my dear\u003cbr\u003eGrandpapa's home, and the big policeman can't get in here, ever.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Oh, you ninny!\" The girl staring at her through the railings stopped a\u003cbr\u003eminute to laugh, covering both hands over her mouth to smother the sound.\u003cbr\u003e\"The perlice can go everywheres they want to. I guess some of 'em's in\u003cbr\u003eheaven now, spyin' round.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePhronsie dropped the doll she was carrying close to her bosom, to\u003cbr\u003econcentrate all her gaze up toward the sky, in wide-eyed amazement that\u003cbr\u003eallowed her no opportunity to carry on the conversation.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"An' I couldn't no more get into this 'ere garden than I could into\u003cbr\u003eheaven,\" the girl on the outside said at last, to bring back the blue eyes\u003cbr\u003eto earth, \"so don't you think it, you. But, oh, my, don't I wish I could,\u003cbr\u003ethough!\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThere was so much longing in the voice that Phronsie brought her gaze down\u003cbr\u003efrom the policemen in their heavenly work to the eyes staring at her. And\u003cbr\u003eshe clasped her hands together tightly, and hurried up to lay her face\u003cbr\u003eagainst the big iron gate and close to that of the girl.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"He won't hurt you, the big policeman won't,\" she whispered softly. \"I'll\u003cbr\u003etake hold of your hand, and tell him how it is, if he gets in. Come.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Can't,\" the girl was going to say, but her gaze rested upon the doll lying\u003cbr\u003eon the grass where it fell from Phronsie's hand. \"Lawks! may I just have\u003cbr\u003eone good squint at that?\" she burst out.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"You may hold it,\" said Phronsie, bobbing her head till her yellow hair\u003cbr\u003efell over her flushed cheeks.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe gate flew open suddenly, nearly overthrowing her; and the girl, mostly\u003cbr\u003eall legs and arms, dashed through, picking up the doll to squeeze it to her\u003cbr\u003eneck so tightly that Phronsie rushed up, quite alarmed.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Oh, don't,\" she cried, \"you'll frighten her. I'll tell her how it is, and\u003cbr\u003ethen she'll like you.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"I'll make her like me,\" said the girl, with savage thrusts at the doll,\u003cbr\u003eand kissing it all over.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Oh, my, ain't you sweet!\" and she cuddled it fiercely in her scrawny neck,\u003cbr\u003eher tangled black hair falling around its face.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Oh, dear!\" wailed Phronsie, standing quite still, \"she's my child, and\u003cbr\u003eshe's dreadfully frightened. Oh, please, little girl, don't do so.\"","brand":"SAP","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47070107205872,"sku":"2940013519718","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940013519718_p0.jpg?v=1763582483","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940013519718","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}