![]() Poor things! she would say to herself, they haven't had any bringing up they've just scrambled up! And then she would set her lips together tightly, and fly at her work faster than ever. So with a stout heart and a cheery face, she had worked away day after day at making coats, and tailoring and mending of all descriptions and she had seen with pride that couldn't be concealed, her noisy, happy brood growing up around her, and filling her heart with comfort, and making the little brown house fairly ring with jollity and fun. Pepper had had hard work to scrape together money enough to put bread into her children's mouths, and to pay the rent of the little brown house.īut she had met life too bravely to be beaten down now. All the breathing spell they could remember however, poor things for times were always hard with them nowadays and since the father died, when Phronsie was a baby, Mrs. ![]() ![]() It was just on the edge of the twilight and the little Peppers, all except Ben, the oldest of the flock, were enjoying a breathing spell, as their mother called it, which meant some quiet work suitable for the hour. The little old kitchen had quieted down from the bustle and confusion of mid-day and now, with its afternoon manners on, presented a holiday aspect, that as the principal room in the brown house, it was eminently proper it should have. ![]() ![]() Visit our website: LYFREEDOM.COM A HOME VIEW Quality of Life, Freedom, More time with the ones you Love. ![]()
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