The Little Brown House

Since their father passed, when Franzie was a baby, 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 brew growing up around her and filling her heart with comfort,. She would say to herself, they haven't had any bringing up. They'd just scrambled up. And then