. Five little Peppers grown up, a sequel to Five little Peppers midway . are;you are spoiling all Pollys note paper. I 116 BAD NEWS. wouldnt let you at my things, I can tell you,Joel Pepper! As if Id ever do this sort of thing for you,Alexia, threw back Joel. Well, do let us begin, begged Cathie, im-patiently drumming on the table, as the othertwo girls and Pickering Dodge drew near. Yes, do, cried the girls, and well tossthose notes off in no time. Ill help you clear the table, cried Picker-ing; do let me. I cant write those notes, butI can get the place ready; and he began topile the books o
. Five little Peppers grown up, a sequel to Five little Peppers midway . are;you are spoiling all Pollys note paper. I 116 BAD NEWS. wouldnt let you at my things, I can tell you,Joel Pepper! As if Id ever do this sort of thing for you,Alexia, threw back Joel. Well, do let us begin, begged Cathie, im-patiently drumming on the table, as the othertwo girls and Pickering Dodge drew near. Yes, do, cried the girls, and well tossthose notes off in no time. Ill help you clear the table, cried Picker-ing; do let me. I cant write those notes, butI can get the place ready; and he began topile the books on a chair. As he went aroundto Alexias pla«e she .looked up and fixed hergaze past him, not noticmg his attempt to speak. All right; if she wants to act like that, Imwilling, said Pickering to himself savagely andcoolly going on with his work. Oh, dear me, groaned Cathie Harrison,isnt it perfectly dreadful to have that dearsweet Mrs. Whitney hurt? Ow! exclaimed Joel. Do stop, cried Alexia ^vith a nudge. Havent you any more sense, Cathie Harrison,than to speak of it ?. £W YORK \: LIBRARY I -•.\ LEMOXjCUi^DATlON BAD XEWS. 119 Cathie smothered a retort, and bit her lips tokeep it back. \yell, dear me, we are not working much,cried Alexia, pulling off her gloves; howmany notes have you to write, Joe ? Oh, a dozen, I believe, said Joel; that is,counting this one. To whom is that ? asked Alexia, peeringover his shoulder. Oh, to Amy Longhead. Yes, I promised Polly this should go Longhead girl was expecting her overthis morning. Oh, shes a precious nuisance,grumbled Joel, dipping his pen in the ink. Well, then, I will wiite to Desiree Frye,said Alexia. She was going to play a solo,Polly said, at the Recital. Oh, dear me, whatshall I say? Polly said tell them all what had happened,and that she should stay away as long as Auntyneeded her, but she hoped to be home soon,and she would write them from New York. Oh, Joe, what a lot, exclaimed Alexia,leaving her pen poised in mi
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