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"Yes, it is really and truly, Japser, and I'm going to work on it," she added, with a very important air. "You don't say so, Pet!" he cried. "Why, you are going to a working bee just the same as the big girls, aren't you?" "I'm very big," said Phronsie, stepping so high she nearly fell into a mud-puddle.
"Why, did you think we'd forget you, Phronsie?" asked Polly, a bit reproachfully. "And don't you remember it?" said David. "No," said Phronsie. "I don't; but I remember Seraphina's bonnet." "It was trimmed with some of Grandma Bascom's chicken's feathers," said Joel. "And Mamsie made it out of an old bonnet string," said Polly. "Oh dear, if only Mamsie were here to-day!"
"Oh, Grandpapa!" exclaimed Phronsie in dire distress, "I sent him; Jefferson didn't want to go, Grandpapa dear, really and truly, he went because I asked him." "If you please, sir," began Jefferson, hurrying up, "I only stepped off a bit to the cellar. Bassett sent down a lot of turnips, they ain't first-rate, and" "All right," said Mr.
Here lay a little bundle on the ground, and close by it a big, black dog; and over the whole, standing guard, was a boy a little bigger than Ben, with honest gray eyes. And the bundle was Phronsie! "Don't wake her up," said the boy, warningly, as Ben, with a hungry look in his eyes, leaped up the hill, "she's tired to death!" "She's my sister!" cried Ben, "our Phronsie!"
"Take me, Mamsie," begged Phronsie, holding up both hands, and she burrowed her face deeper yet in Mrs. Fisher's lap. "Oh, dear me!" old Mr. King kept exclaiming. Then he pulled out his handkerchief and mopped his face violently. This not making him feel any better, he kept exclaiming, "Oh, dear me!" at intervals.
Fisher at the head of the bed; he was holding Pickering's wrist. "Yes," he motioned, "put them down." So Phronsie laid down her blossoms near the poor white face, and stole back quickly, only breathing freely when she was as close to Polly as she could creep, without hurting the broken arm. "I'm dying I'm not afraid," suddenly said Pickering's white lips. Dr.
"Well now, Phronsie child, come here and tell me all about it," and he held out his hand. Phronsie cast an anxious glance at the bundle. "Can I leave him, Grandpapa?" she asked. "Leave him? Mercy, yes; it does babies good to be left alone. He'll suck his thumbs or his toes." "I'll stay with him," said Polly, running out of her corner to get on her knees before the baby.
"Say, Phronsie, where were you all this morning?" "Ugh!" cried Van, with a warning dig in his ribs. "Let me alone," cried Joel, squaring around on him savagely. "Look at Phronsie's face," said Percy, with a superior manner, as if no one needed to tell him when to speak.
And the farmer and his wife were left on the platform, staring after them with sorry eyes. "Well, now, Phronsie," said Mr. King, as they quieted down, and Phronsie turned back after the last look at the little station, "I think it is time to answer your question, so as to let you go home without anything on your mind."
So she slipped on Mamsie's old wrapper, picking it up so that she would not trip and tumble on her nose, as she sped softly over the stairs. "Joel, hush!" she said reprovingly, "you'll wake Mamsie and Phronsie! Ben, do make him keep still!" "I can't," said Ben, only half awake. "Hush up there, Joe!" and he turned over a very sleepy face, and tried to look at Polly.
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