FIVE LITTLE PEPPERS GROWN UP

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!


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, he'd take me to Europe with him next time, and now he's
coming to-morrow, and--and, oh! what shall I do?"

Amy was far gone now, and she ended with a little howl of distress, that
brought two or three of the "Salisbury girls" flying in with
astonishment.

"Go back," said Polly to them all, and they ran off as suddenly as they
had popped in, to leave Amy and the music teacher alone.

"Now, Amy," said Polly kindly, getting down on her knees beside the girl
where she had thrown herself on the broad lounge, "you must just
understand, dear, that I cannot help you unless you will have
self-control and be a little woman yourself."

"You told me I would be sorry if I didn't practice," mourned Amy,
dragging her wet little handkerchief between her fingers, "but I didn't
suppose Jack was coming for six months, and I'd have time to catch up,
and now--oh dear me!" and she burrowed deeper into Miss Salisbury's big
sofa-pillow.