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"Let us do the cups and saucers first," said Phronsie, with gentle determination, setting down Clorinda on a stone seat next to Rachel's doll, and carefully smoothing out her dress. "No, I want to do the cupboard," persisted little Dick, with strange obstinacy, for he was generally quite willing to give up to Phronsie.
"Well, I hate girls anyway," declared Tom, in his most savage fashion; "always have hated 'em, and always shall. I won't come!" "Grandpapa," said Phronsie, softly, as she clung to his hand, after they had made the descent to the lower deck, "I think the littlest one can eat some of the fruit, don't you?" she asked anxiously. "Never you fear," assented old Mr.
"And isn't Jasper coming back?" asked Phronsie, in great distress. "Yes, oh, I guess so," said Polly. "Well, there, the pretty glow has all faded; see, Phronsie," pointing up to the leaden clouds that no one who had failed to see a few moments before could have imagined alive with colour. "Now we ought to run over to the others, for they'll be going back to the hotel."
"Van, here, has acted nobly" he put his hand on the boy's shoulder "and would have saved Dicky if he could. It was a pure accident that nobody could help except by keeping off from the abominable thing. Well, here we are at the little brown house; and there's your mother, Phronsie, waiting for us in the doorway." "Halloo!" cried Van, rushing over the flat stone, and past Mrs.
"Tell another," said one of the round-eyed, open-mouthed children, without moving a muscle. All the rest sat perfectly still. "O dear me," said Polly, with a little laugh, "that was such a good long one, you can't want another." "I think you've gotten yourself into business, Polly," said Jasper, with a laugh. "Hadn't we better go?" Polly gave a quick glance at Phronsie.
"Never did!" echoed Phronsie, shaking her yellow head positively. "Polly, I want some more mush, I do." "Yes, I did, too," spoke up Joel, loudly. "Joel!" reproved Mother Pepper. "Well, I did, Mamsie," repeated Joel, in a very injured tone. "I called just like this, 'come quick! and ride in Miss Parrott's coach; so there!"
So when the time came that was to bring Mamsie home that night, tired, but happy to fold her baby to her heart, for Phronsie always climbed into her lap to untie her bonnet-strings, there was David, running around brisk as a bee, his cheeks pink as a rose, and Joel, who had stuck to the old box of nails all day, despite Polly's pleadings to stop and rest, gave a shout that the last was done, and stretched his tired legs.
So Polly sat down on the floor, and Phronsie snuggled up closer into her neck, and was rocked back and forth to her heart's content, while Joel, perfectly aghast at the mischief he had done, was taken in tow by Mother Fisher, to sob out, his head in her lap, that he "didn't mean to, he didn't mean to." "Oh, dear me!" exclaimed old Mr. King, in dismay, "this is a pretty state of things!
And Tom could easily be picked out, for he hung around in Jasper's wake, and besides, he was so very big. "Where are they?" asked Jasper, looking down the corridor back of her. "Oh, Mamsie isn't coming, nor Phronsie either, for she's asleep. And Mamsie made me come," finished Polly, dismally. "O dear me," said Jasper, quite gone in sympathy.
"When I grow a big girl, will anybody want me to do those things that you are going to teach me?" asked Phronsie, drawing near to lay her hand on the stiff black gown, and speaking earnestly. "Then if they will, I'll try to do them just exactly as you tell me." "Of course they will," declared Mrs.
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