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"That will be very pretty, I don't doubt," said Jasper, trying to resolve himself into the cold critic, "but it seems to me it is almost perfect now, Polly." "Oh! thank you so much," she cried, with blooming cheeks. "How do you like it, Clare and Bensie?" "I can't tell," said Ben, slowly regarding the Princess on all sides; "it's so transforming." "It's tiptop!" cried Clare.

"Oh! don't cut that out," exclaimed Polly, clasping her hands and rushing up to Ben. "That's my pet phrase; you mustn't touch that, Bensie." "But it doesn't mean anything," reiterated Ben in a puzzled way. "Who cares?" cried Jasper defiantly. "A great many expressions that haven't the least significance are put in a thing of this sort. Padding, you know, my dear sir."

"Well, Grandpapa says that you are working too hard, Bensie, and it's quite true," Polly gave him another pat, this time a motherly one; "and so you are going." But Ben shook his head. "And we start to-morrow," ran on Polly, "and Jasper doesn't know a word about our coming; and we are going to stay at the hotel two or three days." And here Phronsie ran eagerly up the stairs.

She wrinkled up her brows, and lost herself in a brown study. "I guess I know," said Ben, slowly, after a good look at Mrs. Pepper's face. "What?" roared Joel, interested again, since Ben had guessed it. "It's blackberries," answered Ben, with a shrewd nod of his head. "Isn't it, Mamsie?" "Yes, it is," said Mrs. Pepper; "you've guessed it, sure enough, Bensie."