They were pretty children in spite of their soiled frocks, with their little, pink, moist faces and curling crops of yellow hair.
"If you keep still and don't wake them up, I will bring you both some peppermints when I come to-morrow," said Jerome.

He had nearly reached the village when he met the two eldest Upham children.

They were boys, the elder twelve, the younger eight, sturdy little fellows, advancing with a swinging trot, one behind the other, both chewing spruce-gum.

They had been in the woods, on their way home, for a supply.

Jerome stopped them, and repeated the charge he had given to the little girls, then kept on.