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Updated: May 15, 2025
"It's Percy it's Percy!" he screamed, "don't you see, Thomas?" "I'm Percy don't shoot!" the taller burglar kept saying without intermission, while the flaring of candles and frightened voices, told of the aroused household. "Make quick work, Jencks!" shouted Mr. King from his doorway, to add to the general din.
"O, Pickering!" Polly actually ran into the drawing-room with outstretched hands. "Why did Jencks put you in here?" "I asked to come in here," said Pickering. "I don't want to see a lot of people to-night; I only want you, Polly." "But Mamsie could help you she'd know the right thing to say to you," said Polly. "No, no!" cried Pickering in alarm, and edging off into a corner.
Just then the door-bell gave a loud peal, and Jencks the butler opened it to receive a box about two feet long and one broad. "For Miss Phronsie Pepper," said the footman on the steps, holding it out, "but it's not to be given to her till to-morrow." "All right," said Jencks, taking it.
"That's the sixth box for Miss Phronsie that I've took in this morning," he soliloquized, going down the hall and reading the address carefully. "And all the same size." "Ding-a-ling," Jencks laid the parcel quickly on one of the oaken chairs in the hall, and hurried to the door, to be met by another parcel for "Miss Phronsie Pepper: not to be given to her till to-morrow."
King set her on her feet. "Clear the way there, good people; we are going to find some poor children who are waiting for dolls," and he threw wide the door into a back passage, and there, presided over by Jencks, and crowding for the first entrance, was a score of children with outstretched hands. "Oh oh!" exclaimed Phronsie with cheeks aflame.
"I know I could help," said Polly, hanging over the stair-railing. "Oh! do let me," she begged. "No, no, child," said Mr. Whitney, quickly. "Stay where you are, and take care of the others. Now, then, Jasper, is Jencks ready with the lantern?" "All right," said Jasper. "Come on."
And then Jencks walked in with his seven boxes exactly alike as to size, and deposited them solemnly in a row on the blue and white lounge. "For Miss Phronsie Pepper, and not to be opened till to-morrow, Miss Mary." "Polly," said Alexia in a stage whisper, and jumping up as Jencks disappeared, to run over to the row, "do you suppose they are dolls?"
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