"There," he said, putting a spoonful into Phronsie's mouth, "she'll get along well enough; only keep her out of the cold." Then he pulled out a big silver watch. He was a little thin man, and the watch was immense. Polly for her life couldn't keep her eyes off from it; if Ben could only have one so fine!
"Polly," whispered Mrs. Pepper, "run and get my purse; it's in the top bureau drawer.""Yes'm," said Polly, taking her eyes off, by a violent wrench, from the fascinating watch; and she ran quickly and got the little old stocking-leg, where the hard earnings that staid long enough to be put anywhere, always found refuge. She put it into her mother's lap, and watched while Mrs. Pepper counted out slowly one dollar in small pieces.
"Here sir," said Mrs. Pepper, holding them out towards the doctor;"and thank you for coming."
"Hey!" said the little man, spinning round; "that dollar's the Lord's!"Mrs. Pepper looked bewildered, and still sat holding it out. "And the Lord has given it to you to take care of these children with; see that you do it." And without another word he was gone.
"Wasn't he good, mammy?" asked Polly, after the first surprise was over.
"I'm sure he was," said Mrs. Pepper. "Well, tie it up again, Polly, tie it up tight; we shall want it, I'm sure," sighing at her little sick girl.
"Mayn't I take Phronsie, ma?" asked Polly.
"No, no," said Phronsie. She had got mammy, and she meant to improve the privilege.
"What is 'measles' anyway, mammy?" asked Polly, sitting down on the floor at their feet.
"Oh, 'tis something children always have," replied Mrs. Pepper;"but I'm sure I hoped it wouldn't come just yet.""I sha'n't have it," said Polly, decisively; "I know I sha'n't! nor Ben--nor Joe--nor--nor Davie--I guess," she added, hesitatingly, for Davie was the delicate one of the family; at least not nearly so strong as the others.
Mrs. Pepper looked at her anxiously; but Polly seemed as bright and healthy as ever, as she jumped up and ran to put the kettle on the stove.
"What'll the boys say, I wonder!" she thought to herself, feeling quite important that they really had sickness in the house. As long as Phronsie wasn't dangerous, it seemed quite like rich folks; and she forgot the toil, and the grind of poverty. She looked out from time to time as she passed the window, but no boys came.
"I'll put her in bed, Polly," said Mrs. Pepper, in a whisper, as Phronsie closed her eyes and breathed regularly.
"And then will you have your dinner, ma?"
"Yes," said Mrs. Pepper, "I don't care--if the boys come.""The boys'll never come," said Polly, impatiently; "I don't believe--why! here they are now!""Oh, dear," said Joel, coming in crossly, "I'm so hungry--oh--butter! where'd you get it? I thought we never should get here!""I thought so too," said Polly. "Hush! why, where's Ben?""He's just back," began Joel, commencing to eat, "and Davie;something is the matter with Ben--he says he feels funny.""Something the matter with Ben!" repeated Polly. She dropped the cup she held, which broke in a dozen pieces.
"Oh, whocky!" cried Joel; "see what you've done, Polly Pepper!"But Polly didn't hear; over the big, flat door-stone she sped, and met Ben with little David, coming in the gate. His face was just like Phronsie's! And with a cold, heavy feeling at her heart, Polly realized that this was no play.
"Oh, Ben!" she cried, ffinging her arms around his neck, and bursting into tears; "don't! please--I wish you wouldn't; Phronsie's got 'em, and that's enough!""Got what?" asked Ben, while Davie's eyes grew to their widest proportions.
"Oh, measles!" cried Polly, bursting out afresh; "the hate-fullest, horridest measles! and now you're taken!""Oh no, I'm not," responded Ben, cheerfully, who knew what measles were; "wipe up, Polly; I'm all right; only my head aches, and my eyes feel funny."But Polly, only half-reassured, controlled her sobs; and the sorrowful trio repaired to mother.
"Oh, dear!" ejaculated Mrs. Pepper, sinking in a chair in dismay, at sight of Ben's red face; "whatever'll we do now!"The prop and stay of her life would be taken away if Ben should be laid aside. No more stray half or quarter dollars would come to help her out when she didn't know where to turn.
Polly cleared off the deserted table--for once Joel had all the bread and butter he wanted. Ben took some of Phronsie's medicine, and crawled up into the loft, to bed; and quiet settled down on the little household.
"Polly," whispered Ben, as she tucked him in, "it'll be hard buckling-to now, for you, but I guess you'll do it."
