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"Don't you wish, Polly," said little Phronsie, bustling around with a very important air, nearly smothered in the depths of a big brown apron that Polly had carefully tied under her chin, "that you didn't ever-an'-ever have so many dishes to do?" "Um maybe," said Polly, thoughtlessly.
"Well, I think we would better not try to get her away from the idea," said Jasper, with a look at the rapt little face. Phronsie was now kneeling on a Flemish oak chair, and studying the Delft plate with absorbed attention. "No," said Polly, with a sigh, "I suppose it isn't any use to try when she looks like that." Just then old Mr.
"Well," said Joel, taking another mouthful of bread, "so I waited; you told me to, mother, you know and they all went to work; and they didn't mind me at all, and there wasn't anything to look at, so I sat and sat Polly, can't I have some gingerbread?" "No," said Polly, "it's all gone; I gave the last piece to Phronsie the day she was taken sick." "Oh, dear," said Joel, "everything's gone."
"But you don't believe he has any," said Phronsie, with grave persistence, fastening her brown eyes on his face. "No, Phronsie, I don't," replied old Mr. King, in desperation. "If he had, why should he run in this fashion when I was just asking him where he lived?" "But he didn't hear you, Grandpapa," said Phronsie, "when the man knocked your hat off."
"You see it was just this way," Jasper was rapidly telling off. "I was going down by the Madeleine, and I thought I would bring Phronsie some flowers; so I stopped at the market, and I couldn't find a little pot of primroses I wanted, though I went the whole length; and at last, when I had given up, I saw just one in front of a woman who sat at the very end."
"Oh, there he is there he is Jasper, look!" cried Polly. "There he is!" crowed Phronsie, now much excited. "Oh, isn't he big, Grandpapa?" "I should say he was," declared Mr. King. "I think I never saw a finer whale in my life, Phronsie."
King came in and took Jasper off with him; and the two Whitney boys went up to mamma for a story; and Polly sat down in mamsie's room to tackle her French exercise. The room was very quiet; but presently Phronsie strayed in, and seeing Polly studying, climbed up in a chair by the window to watch the birds hop over the veranda and pick up worms in the grass beside the carriage drive.
And the little doctor also saw, and skipped back across the room to her side. And Phronsie, feeling plunged into the deepest woe by all this dreadful state of affairs, that had come too bewilderingly for her to rally to Grandpapa's side, first began to cry. And then, thinking better of it, went softly out of the door, and no one noticed her when she went with the tears running down her cheeks.
One was white, and he looked just like this," said Polly, tumbling over on the bed in a heap; "he couldn't stand up straight, he was so fat." "Did he bite?" asked Phronsie, full of interest.
"But he wouldn't ever do it, I know," said Phronsie confidently; "I'm going to ask Him not to, and tell Him over again about Helen's being the very only one that Mrs. Fargo has in all the world." So she slipped to the floor, and went into her own room again and closed the door.
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