Five Little Peppers Abroad
here was Mamsie's voice calling her, and there was Mamsie's face looking into hers over th
g her brown head a smart thump on the ceiling of the berth, "where are we, Mamsie? why,
oes. Phronsie sat on the lower berth, her sleepy little legs dangling over the edge, and
she saw that. "I ought to have dressed Phrons
d Mrs. Fisher, "and now if you'll only dress Polly
ere is my other stocking?" She stuck out one black foot ready for its boot. "Is it down there, Mamsi
Mrs. Fisher, buttoning away for dear life on Phronsie's shoes. "The
ly, twitching everything loose. Thereupon her big hat, hung c
ed her mother, "haste on
dear Mrs. Henderson, don't you see it on the floor?" For that good woman had dropped t
do," she answered, "but I d
d dropping her small skirts to get down on the floor by Mrs. Henderso
ore room, so that Polly and I can search more carefully. And the stocking has got to come, for it couldn't walk off of itself," she added cheerily as she saw Polly's
our clothes, daughter." Then she began to put the things for the bags into their places, and Matilda, coming in, finished the work; and Polly flew around, buttoning and tying and
r and Jasper had gone off to attend to the examination of the luggage by the custo
at her. "See here, wait a minute," to the othe
She patted her little bag that hung on her arm, a gift of old Mr. King's for her to carry her very ow
ing, dear?" he asked, quite puzzled, whil
papa? I don't see it." She lifted her little face a
ning little silver one Auntie Whitney gave her Christmas.
ed Mr. King. And, "Oh,
s flying off. "It's h
g on her arm. "I couldn
the thought, as P
n, you've lost?" deman
he yellow hair from her face. "Grandpapa, tell them, please, I
that again," echoed old Mr. King. "Now, Phronsie, ch
nd she looked all around in a troubled way, "th
ronsie pet?" And she threw her arms around her while Mr. Henders
and wriggled in great satisfaction in her arms.
te, it is Hoek van Holland. Now, just as soon as we get fairly started on our way to Rotterdam, I
, "I'd so much rather you told h
they were steaming off toward Rotterdam, as he sat in the centre of the compartment he had reserved for their use, Phronsie next to him, and Polly and Jasper opposite, he told the w
en the story was all finished, and smoothing
t the Hook of Holland isn't anything to what we shall see at R
r as her glowing face was turned first to one window and then to t
r, gaily, "then if you want to see the Dutch beat
" cried Phronsie, quite horrified, and slipp
go ahead of everythin
say; "I haven't exp
t," laughed his father
ink you will like the
ss in funny quaint c
d, years upo
sked Phronsie, slipping back into her pl
arm around her and drawing her up to him, "and they wear w
; "oh, Grandpapa," clasping he
en in Holland. A good many have left off the sabots, I beli
forward to peer into his face, "don't let
ng, with a laugh; "but don't be troubled, child, you'll see all the wood
andpapa, I wish I could wear wooden shoes," she whispered present
uldn't keep them
asked Phronsie. "Oh, Grandpapa, I think I coul
for the life of me, I don't see how they do it; but you couldn't, c
a sigh. "Shoul
ill do. I will buy you a pair, and we will tak
riggling in delight. Th
a feel badly to see me with my beautiful wooden shoes on, when she can't have any. Do
his white head in delight, "there are
oals?" queri
rs-so many we can't co
reck
ldn't count them was quite beyond her. But Grandpapa's voice roused her. "And I'll buy a bushel of them, P
hanged places, as Dr. Fisher and Mr. Henderson had made them take theirs by one
included everybody in the compartment, "for my very own self, and Araminta is going
asper. "Oh, what f
you want them, Polly," Grandpapa t
andpapa? And, oh, thank you so muc
roken bones," said little Dr. Fisher, "with all you c
thought. And "No, indeed," came merrily from Polly. And then they all fell to work a
ttle travelling watch that Grandpapa had given her. "Now, what a fine
doors, and all the people poured out calling for porters to see to th
we are all going to spend this day at the hotel-first, in getting a good breakfast, and then, dear me, I shall sleep pretty much all of the m
ly go to bed?" cried Polly,
o the coach, "but you've got to rest like sensible beings. Make up your mind to that. As for Phronsie," and he g
Fisher. "No, Grandpapa dear, not a bit." And before anybody knew it, and as soon as the coach
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