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"Well, Bensie thought of this Tree, and made me see that we could do it," persisted Polly, giving a little quirk to a rebellious pendant. Mrs. Henderson put the corner of her white apron to her eyes. "I always have to," she said to Mrs. Dyce, "when the Little Brown House days bring those blessed children back to me." Jack Loughead drew nearer yet; so near that he lost never a word.
"Oh, Bensie," cried Polly, entranced, as they listened with bated breath, "however do you think of such nice things!" "I've had time enough to think, the last week," said Ben, laughing, "to last a life-time!" "Do go on," put in Joel, impatient at the delay. "Don't hurry him so," said Polly, reprovingly; "he isn't strong."
"Well, we had to, if we ever did anything," said Ben coolly. "I should think so," remarked Livingston Bayley, delighted to give a thrust at somebody. "And weren't the gilt balls pretty?" cried Polly, quite gone now in the reminiscences, though her fingers kept on at their task; "you did cover those nuts beautifully, Bensie. I don't see how you could, with such snips of paper."
Pepper engaged their attention, "you'll have to come out into the wood-shed to talk after this." "I know it," whispered Polly back again; "oh! we've got just heaps of things to think of, Bensie!" Such a contriving and racking of brains as Polly and Ben set up after this!
"And Jasper wouldn't like it not to have something of Ben's in it," said Phronsie. "Well, now, Bensie, run down after dinner and ask Pickering Dodge to go. That's a good boy." Polly patted the broad back coaxingly this time. Ben's face fell. "How do you know that Grandpapa would like to have him along?" he asked abruptly.
"It makes me think of our first Tree, in some way," said Polly softly, with glistening eyes, looking up at the beautiful branching spruce, its countless arms shaking out brilliant pendants, and gay with streamers and candles, wherever a decoration could be placed, the whole tipped with a shining star. "Oh, Bensie, can you ever forget that?"
"I wish you would, Bensie," said Polly, well pleased, for Polly dearly loved everything kept mended up, and "shipshape," as Mrs. Pepper used to say. "I'll spread the paper down so you don't get any mess on the floor."
"And don't you think, Bensie," she said, clasping her little hand in a convincing way over his two bigger, stronger ones, "that Polly's stove was very naughty to make poor Polly cry?" "Yes, I do," said Ben, and he shut his lips tightly together. To have Polly cry, hurt him more than he cared to have Phronsie see.
The next day Ben came running in from his work at the deacon's. "Oh, Polly, you had 'em!" he screamed, all out of breath. "You had 'em!" "Had what?" asked Polly in astonishment. "Oh, Bensie, what do you mean?" "Your flowers," he panted. "You sent some flowers to Jasper." "Flowers to Jasper!" repeated Polly, afraid Ben had gone out of his wits. "Yes," said Ben; "I'll begin at the beginning.
"Yes," said Phronsie, shaking her yellow head very wisely at him, and diving down into her cup of very weak milk and water to see if Polly had put any sugar in by mistake a proceeding always expectantly observed. "Yes, we are really, Bensie, very dreadful rich!"
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