Five Little Peppers Midway

PHRONSIE'S PIE Jefferson, said Phronsie, with a grave uplifting of her eyebrows, I think I will go down into the kitchen and bake a pie; a very little pie, Jefferson. Bless you, Miss, replied the cook, showing his white teeth in glee, it is the making of the kitchen when you come it. Yes, Jefferson, said Phronsie slowly, I think I will go down make one. It must be very, very full of plums, you kno...