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What in the world shall we do with the thing?" all this Grandpapa was uttering in one breath. "Oh, Grandpapa, dear, I do so want to carry Polly's little yellow cheese," said Phronsie, the tears beginning to come in her eyes. Grandpapa, who had taken the round parcel from her arms, looked from it to her with increasing perplexity.
Phronsie, who hadn't heard what Polly said, her small head being full of the responsibility of beginning the important letter, and considering, since it was to be done, it was best to have it over with as soon as possible, fell to scribbling the letters as fast as she could, all of them running down hill.
And just after luncheon, for they must start early in order to have a good long afternoon at Miss Mary's, Polly and Phronsie set forth, the new little bag hanging from Phronsie's arm. Jasper went with them as far as the corner, where he turned off to go to Jack Rutherford's, for the boys were to meet there to write letters for the post office. They had promised to be there bright and early.
And soon a pleasant hum and bustle went on around the baking table, the centre of attraction. "Now," said Phronsie, coming up to the table and standing on tip-toe to see Polly measure out the flour, "I'm a-goin' to bake something for my sick man, I am." "Oh, no, Phronsie, you can't," began Polly.
She put out a long arm and held Phronsie back. "But you struck her." Phronsie lifted a pale face, and her blue eyes flashed very much as Polly's brown ones did on occasion. The new mother whirled around and stared at her. "Why, I had to, just the same as you're licked when you're bad," she said, in astonishment.
It's due to Phronsie that your mother's wedding is a thing worthy to remember as a fine affair." "Perhaps Joel and Phronsie will think as we do," said Polly. But her heart said No. "All right if they do," said Mr. King easily, "but unless you come and tell me it is their own choice, why, I shall just go on with my plans as mapped out," he added obstinately.
He heard Phronsie singing to Grandma, which she was very fond of doing, and perched up on the side of the bed, Grandma smiling away, as well pleased as though she heard every word. "Dave," screamed Joel, bounding in, and swinging the bag, "you don't know what I've got," and he hopped up on the bed between Grandma and Phronsie.
King, briskly, "and I shall want you to help me, Phronsie." "I'll help you, Grandpapa," promised Phronsie, well pleased, and gravely set herself to the task.
Fisher, coming in about a quarter of an hour later to find her tugging laboriously at the buttons "new shoes! I declare!" "My own!" cried Phronsie, sticking out one foot for inspection, where every button was in the wrong button-hole, "and they've got red tops, too!" "So they have," said the doctor, getting down on the floor beside her; "beautiful red tops, aren't they?"
Fisher, her head over a trunk, from which she was taking summer dresses. "Polly, I think you'll get one more season's wear out of this pink cambric." "Oh! I am so glad," cried Polly, "for I had such splendidly good times in it," with a fond glance at the pink folds and ruffles. "Well, if Phronsie is over at Helen's, there's no use in asking her to go down town with us."
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