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About the Author
Margaret Sidney's real name was Harriett Stone (1844-1924). She was born in Connecticut and authored twelve books about the Pepper clan. She is buried in Sleepy Hollow Cemetery in Massachusetts.
Ann M. Martin is the Newbery Honor author of A Corner of the Universe and the bestselling Baby-sitters Club series. She lives in New York.
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Five Little Peppers and How They Grew
By Margaret Sidney
AladdinCopyright © 2006 Margaret Sidney
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1: A Home View
The little old kitchen had quieted down from the bustle and confusion of midday; 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. It was just on the edge of 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. It was all the "breathing spell" they could remember, however, poor things; for times were hard with them now. The father died w hen Phronsie was a baby and since then Mrs. 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.
But she had met life too bravely to be beaten down now. 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.
"Poor things!" she wouldsay 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. "I must get learning for 'em some way, but I don't see how!"
Once or twice she had thought, "Now the time's coming!" but it never did: for winter shut in very cold, and it took so much more to feed and warm them that the money went faster than ever. And then, when the way seemed clear again, the store changed hands, so that for a long time she failed to get her usual supply of sacks and coats to make; and that made sad havoc in the quarters and half-dollars laid up as her nest egg. But -- "Well, it'll come some time," she would say to herself; "because it must!" And so at it again she would fly, brisker than ever.
"To help mother," was the great ambition of all the children, older and younger; but in Polly's and Ben's souls, the desire grew so overwhelmingly great as to absorb all lesser things. Many and vast were their secret plans, by which they were to astonish her at some future day, which they would only confide -- as they did everything else -- to one another. For this brother and sister were everything to each other, and stood loyally together through thick and thin.
Polly was ten, and Ben one year older; and the younger three of the "Five Little Peppers," as they were always called, looked up to them with the intensest admiration and love. What they failed to do, couldn't very well be done by any one!
"O dear!" exclaimed Polly as she sat over in the corner by the window, helping her mother pull out basting threads from a coat she had just finished, and giving an impatient twitch to the sleeve, "I do wish we could ever have any light -- just as much as we want!"
"You don't need any light to see these threads," said Mrs. Pepper, winding up hers carefully as she spoke, on an old spool. "Take care, Polly, you broke that; thread's dear now."
"I couldn't help it," said Polly, vexedly; "it snapped; everything's dear now, it seems to me! I wish we could have -- oh! ever an' ever so many candles; as many as we wanted! I'd light 'em all, so there! and have it light here one night, anyway!"
"Yes, and go dark all the rest of the year, like as anyway," observed Mrs. Pepper, stopping to untie a knot. "Folks who do so never have any candles," she added, sententiously.
"How many'd you have, Polly?" asked Joel, curiously, laying down his hammer, and regarding her with the utmost anxiety.
"Oh, two hundred!" said Polly, decidedly. "I'd have two hundred, all in a row!"
"Two hundred candles!" echoed Joel, in amazement. "My whockety! what a lot!"
"Don't say such dreadful words, Joel," put in Polly, nervously, stopping to pick up her spool of basting thread that was racing away all by itself; "'tisn't nice."
"'Tisn't worse'n than to wish you'd got things you haven't," retorted Joel. "I don't believe you'd light 'em all at once," he added, incredulously.
"Yes, I would, too!" replied Polly, recklessly; "two hundred of 'em, if I had a chance; all at once, so there, Joey Pepper!"
"Oh," said little Davie, drawing a long sigh. "Why, 'twould be just like heaven, Polly! but wouldn't it cost money, though!"
"I don't care," said Polly, giving a flounce in her chair, which snapped another thread; "O dear me! I didn't mean to, mammy; well, I wouldn't care how much money it cost, we'd have as much light as we wanted, for once; so!"
"Goodness!" said Mrs. Pepper, "you'd have the house afire! Two hundred candles! who ever heard of such a thing!"
"Would they burn?" asked Phronsie, anxiously, getting up from the floor where she was crouching with David, overseeing Joel nail on the cover of an old box; and going to Polly's side she awaited her answer patiently.
"Burn?" said Polly. "There, that's done now, mamsie dear!" And she put the coat, with a last little pat, into her mother's lap. "I guess they would, Phronsie, pet." And Polly caught up the little girl, and spun round and round the old kitchen till they were both glad to stop.
"Then," said Phronsie, as Polly put her down and stood breathless after her last glorious spin, "I do so wish we might, Polly; oh, just this very one minute!" And Phronsie clasped her fat little hands in rapture at the thought.
"Well," said Polly, giving a look up at the old clock in the corner, "goodness me! it's half-past five; and 'most time for Ben to come home!"
Away she flew to get supper. So for the next moments nothing was heard but the pulling out of the old table into the middle of the floor, the laying of the cloth, and all the other bustle attendant upon the getting ready for Ben. Polly went skipping around, cutting the bread, and bringing dishes; only stopping long enough to fling some scraps of reassuring nonsense to the two boys, who were thoroughly dismayed at being obliged to remove their traps into a corner.
Phronsie still stood just where Polly left her. Two hundred candles! oh! what could it mean! She gazed up to the old beams overhead, and around the dingy walls, and to the old black stove with the fire nearly out, and then over everything the kitchen contained, trying to think how it would seem. To have it bright and winsome and warm! to suit Polly -- "Oh!" she screamed.
"Goodness!" cried Polly, taking her head out of the old cupboard in the corner, "how you scared me, Phronsie!"
"Would they never go out?" asked the child gravely, still standing where Polly left her.
"What?" asked Polly, stopping with a dish of cold potatoes in her hand. "What, Phronsie?"
"Why, the candles," said the child, "the ever-an'-ever so many pretty lights!"
"Oh, my senses!" cried Polly, with a little laugh, "haven't you forgotten that! Yes -- no, that is, Phronsie, if we could have 'em at all, we wouldn't ever let 'em go out!"
"Not once?" asked Phronsie, coming up to Polly with a little skip, and nearly upsetting her, potatoes and all -- "not once, Polly, truly?"
"No, not forever-an'-ever," said Polly; "take care, Phronsie! there goes a potato; no, we'd keep 'em always!"
"No, you don't want to," said Mrs. Pepper, coming out of the bedroom in time to catch the last words; "they won't be good to-morrow; better have them to-night, Polly."
"Ma'am!" said Polly, setting down her potato-dish on the table, and staring at her mother with all her might -- "have what, mother?"
"Why, the potatoes, to be sure," replied Mrs. Pepper; "didn't you say you better keep 'em, child?"
"'Twasn't potatoes -- at all," said Polly, with a little gasp; "'twas -- O dear me! here's Ben!" for the door opened, and Phronsie, with a scream of delight, bounded into Ben's arms.
"It's just jolly," said Ben, coming in, his chubby face all aglow, and his big blue eyes shining so honest and true; "it's just jolly to get home! Supper ready, Polly?"
"Yes," said Polly; "that is -- all but -- " and she dashed off for Phronsie's eating-apron.
"Sometime," said Phronsie, with her mouth half full, when the meal was nearly over, "we're going to be awful rich; we are, Ben, truly!"
"No?" said Ben, affecting the most hearty astonishment. "You don't say so, Chick!"
"Yes," said Phronsie, shaking her yellow head very wisely at him, and diving down into her cup of very weak milk and water to see if Polly had put any sugar in by mistake -- a custom always expectantly observed. "Yes, we are really, Bensie, very dreadful rich!"
"I wish we could be rich now, then," said Ben, taking another generous slice of the brown bread; "in time for mamsie's birthday," and he cast a sorrowful glance at Polly.
"I know," said Polly; "O dear! if we only could celebrate it!"
"I don't want any other celebration," said Mrs. Pepper, beaming on them so that a little flash of sunshine seemed to hop right down on the table, "than to look around on you all; I'm rich now, and that's a fact!"
"Mamsie doesn't mind her five bothers," cried Polly, jumping up and running to hug her mother, thereby producing a like desire in all the others, who immediately left their seats and followed her example.
"Mother's rich enough," ejaculated Mrs. Pepper, her bright, black eyes glistening with delight, as the noisy troop filed back to their bread and potatoes; "if we can only keep together, dears, and grow up good, so that the Little Brown House won't be ashamed of us, that's all I ask."
"Well," said Polly, in a burst of confidence to Ben, after the table had been pushed back against the wall, the dishes nicely washed, wiped, and set up neatly in the cupboard, and all traces of the meal cleared away; "I don't care; let's try to get a celebration, somehow, for mamsie!"
"How are you going to do it?" asked Ben, who was of a decidedly practical turn of mind, and thus couldn't always follow Polly in her flights of imagination.
"I don't know," said Polly; "but we must some way."
"Phoh! that's no good," said Ben, disdainfully; then seeing Polly's face, he added kindly, "let's think, though; and p'r'aps there'll be some way."
"Oh, I know," cried Polly, in delight; "I know the very thing, Ben! let's make her a cake; a big one, you know, and -- "
"She'll see you bake it," said Ben; "or else she'll smell it, and that'd be just as bad."
"No, she won't, 'either," replied Polly. "Don't you know she's going to help Mrs. Henderson to-morrow; so there!"
"So she is," said Ben; "good for you, Polly, you always think of everything!"
"And then," said Polly, with a comfortable little feeling in her heart at Ben's praise, "why, we can have it all out of the way perfectly splendid when she comes home -- and besides, Grandma Bascom'll tell me how. You know we've only got brown flour, Ben; I mean to go right over and ask her now."
"Oh, no, you mustn't," cried Ben, catching hold of her arm as she was preparing to fly off. "Mammy'll find it out; better wait till to-morrow; and besides Polly -- " and Ben stopped, unwilling to dampen this propitious beginning. "The stove'll act like everything, to-morrow! I know 'twill; then what'll you do!"
"It shan't!" said Polly, running up to look it in the face; "if it does, I'll shake it; the mean old thing!"
The idea of Polly's shaking the lumbering old black affair, sent Ben into such a peal of laughter that it brought all the other children running to the spot; and nothing would do, but they must one and all be told the reason. So Polly and Ben took them into confidence, which so elated them that half an hour after, when long past her bedtime, Phronsie declared, "I'm not going to bed! I want to sit up like Polly!"
"Don't tease her," whispered Polly to Ben, who thought she ought to go; so she sat straight up on her little stool, winking like everything to keep awake.
At last, as Polly was in the midst of one of her liveliest sallies, over tumbled Phronsie, a sleepy little heap, right on to the floor.
"I want -- to go -- to bed!" she said; "take me -- Polly!"
"I thought so," laughed Polly, and bundled her off into the bedroom.
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Table of ContentsI. A Home View
II. Making Happiness for Mamsie
III. Mamsie s Birthday
IV. Trouble for the Little Brown House
V. More Trouble
VI. Hard Days for Polly
VII. The Cloud Over the Little Brown House
VIII. Joel's Turn
IX. Sunshine Again
X. A Threatened Blow
XII. New Friends
XIII. Phronsie pays a Debt of Gratitude
XIV. A Letter to Jasper
XV. Jolly Days
XVI. Getting a Christmas for the Little Ones
XVII. Christmas Bells!
XVIII. Education Ahead
XIX. Brave Work, and the Reward
XX. Polly is Comforted
XXII. Getting Ready for Mamsie and the Boys
XXIII. Which Treats of a Good Many Matters
XXIV. Polly's Dismal Morning
XXV. Polly's Big Bundle
Reading Group Guide
AN ALADDIN READING GROUP GUIDE TO FIVE LITTLE PEPPERS AND HOW THEY GREW
ABOUT THIS BOOK
The Pepper children Ben, Polly, Joel, Davie, and Phronsie live in the Little Brown House with their hard-working "Mamsie." The Peppers are poor, but their love for one another and enthusiasm for living keep them happy. When a boy their age, Jasper King, comes to stay in nearby Hingham, Ben and Polly strike up a friendship with him. Can the Peppers help Jasper out of his loneliness? Can he help them out of their poverty?
- Why does Mrs. Pepper say that her children "haven't had any bringing up; they've just scrambled up"? What would she most like to give them if she could?
- How is each Pepper affected by the measles? Whose sickness is worst? Who takes care of the Peppers when they are sick?
- What is Polly's old stove like? Why does she need a new stove, and how does she get one?
- What makes the Peppers decide to celebrate Christmas for the first time? What happens when they do?
- What worries Polly about leaving her family and the Little Brown House?
- Describe Jasper's father, Mr. King. How does he become friends with Phronsie? Why does he want the Peppers to come and live with him?
- What do we learn about the Peppers and the Kings at the end of the book? How will this news change the relationship between the two families?
- Find out more about the lives of poor children in the late 1800s. What kind of schooling did they receive? How old were they when they started to earn money, and what did they do to earn it?
- The Peppers' lives are very different from how your typical American lives today. Learn about what people in the late 1800s ate, what their houses and clothes were like, and what they did for fun.
- The distance between Hingham and Boston is less than twenty miles, but Polly's journey to the King's home in the "big city" takes many hours. Learn about transportation before cars became common. How long would the trip from your house to your school have taken in the Peppers' time?
- Not only do the Peppers have no television, DVDs, or video games, they don't even have any books to read! To entertain the family, Polly and Ben tell long stories. Have your whole family spend an evening together telling stories. Who tells the funniest stories? Who tells the scariest stories?
- Polly and Ben enjoy keeping their Christmas plans secret from their younger siblings. Try surprising someone in your family with a special celebration! How can you plan it without anyone finding out about it beforehand?
- Read more about the Peppers in one of Margaret Sidney's many books about them, such as Five Little Peppers at School, Five Little Peppers in the Little Brown House, or Ben Pepper. You might also enjoy other classic series about siblings growing up together, such as the All-of-a-Kind Family books by Sydney Taylor, or the Little Women books by Louisa May Alcott. Which family is most like yours? Which series do you like best and why?
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
It was a great book yet the beggining needed a little help, but the rest was truly amazing it teaches a lesson that i will never forget " money is not everything" i totally recomend it for kids 4th grade and up
For 4th grade
One of my favorite books. Appropriate for preteens and early teenagers. Tells a story of family at the turn of the 19th century in American history when a great many hardships had to be overcome just like with todays families.
This is a good book for those of us who do not enjoy sinking in the quagmire of Old English, &ct. It has a nice storyline and good characters. It is definantly not my favorite book, however.
A book about five children who live in poverty, but are still very optomistic about things! Very excellent surprise ending. I truly reccomend this book.
The was a very endearing book. The children enjoyed the adventures of the Peppers and were tickled at the long, lost relations ending.
I love it although its very long.
The Peppers are horribly poor, too poor for the children to go to school, too poor to celebrate Christmas, too poor to even buy an envelope to mail a letter in. Then the Peppers meet Jasper and their lives do a complete turnaround. Five years I've had the Five Little Peppers. I've finally completed it!
"The Five Little Peppers" are Ben, Polly, Joel, Davie, and Phronsie. Their father died when Phronsie was a baby and Mrs. Pepper struggles to earn enough money to support the family. Despite their poverty, they are a loving family, full of spirit and adventure. Ben and Polly do what they can to support the family, but a bout with measles threatens the well being of the entire Pepper clan, especially Joel and Polly. The family has other adventures and befriend Jasper King during one of them. This friendship will enrich their lives in ways they never thought would be possible. It's always interesting as an adult to reread a book that I loved as a child. When I was young I thought how much fun the Peppers had and longed to belong to a large family. As an adult, I realize how poor the family really was and how quickly the children had to grow up. As a child I thought how terrible it was that Polly couldn't read for days on end because of the measles; as an adult I realize the Peppers couldn't even afford to buy books. First published in 1881, "The Five Little Peppers and How They Grew" is old-fashioned (the doctor even makes house calls!), but still enjoyable. The Peppers are all delightful children, with Joel being the most honest of the bunch as he complains about having to eat the same food every day. Margaret Sidney was a talented author, who could make even inanimate objects, such as the stove, seem alive. The children's adventures may seem simple to today's young readers, who are used to Harry Potter and the like, but it's a refreshing change.
I read and loved this book when I was a child - so I bought it for my children. They didn't love it like I did. I don't think my daughter even finished it.
I love this book so much. You should read it. Its so good.
My mom used to read this book to me and my sisters.
I have not read this book yet, but have heard that it is very good. My grandma loved it.
Rendes much of the text gibberish.