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I'm no help about a Tree; I'll have the stuff up there soon," and before Joel knew it, he was racing over the back stairs, wondering how it was he had let that disagreeable Jack Loughead get hold of that broom.
"And you must make her the very best friend you have in all this world, and let her see that you are glad that she is your sister, and tell her things, and never, never scold." Then Polly stopped, and the color flew up to the waves of brown hair on her brow. "I wish you'd go on," said Jack Loughead, as she paused. "Oh!
"Phronsie is a good child," said Jack Loughead, with feeling, "and an observing one, too." "Phronsie? Who's talking of Phronsie?" cried his uncle, pushing back the fruit-basket. "It was the other one Polly; she wouldn't let them give over till they pulled me out. So the two young men tell me; very well-meaning chaps, too, they are, Jack." "You said it was a little girl," Jack managed to remark.
"Well, it may be our luck to have it late enough," said Jasper, with a glance at Polly, "as it's Christmas day and a big train; so he may possibly get here he'll find a cabby that can make good time," he added, with a forlorn attempt at comfort. Jack Loughead sauntered up and down, on the edge of the group, longing to be of service, but feeling himself too new a friend to offer his sympathy.
"Miss Pepper Miss Pepper!" Polly turned quickly, it was such an anxious little cry. "What? Oh, Amy Loughead." Amy threw herself up against Polly's gown. "Oh, if I may," she began, flushing painfully. "You see my brother is coming to-morrow I've a letter so if you will let me." "Let you what?" cried Polly, with a little laugh; "go on, Amy, don't be afraid."
"Oh! she went out a little while after Baby's exit," said Jasper, trying to speak lightly. "Mr. Loughead thinks she'd do it, if I asked her," Polly went on in her brightest way. "Now, that will be lovely, and the children will enjoy it so much." "Isn't there anything I could do?" asked Jack Loughead, after the Dunraven entertainment had been a bit discussed. Mr. King bowed his courtly old head.
"I do not seem to teach you successfully," said Polly very slowly, "so it would be no use to continue the lessons." And she put aside the clinging hands. "You may stay here, Amy; I am coming, Ben," looking over at him. "I'll play," cried Amy Loughead desperately.
Loughead divided his time between stalking out to the piazza where Pickering was slowly pacing back and forth in his "constitutional," to insist that he shouldn't "walks his legs off," and calling Polly from her work, "just to help me a bit, my dear" when he got into a tight place over the packing that he insisted should be done by none but his own two hands.
"Out in the meadow," she said softly. "Mrs. Higby wanted it here instead of in the churchyard. It is under a beautiful oak-tree, Mr. Loughead, and Mr. Higby is going to make a fence around it, and Grandpapa is to put" "Up the stone, I suppose you mean," interrupted the old gentleman. "Well, and when that's done, why, what can be said upon it, pray tell?
"You sha'n't be troubled," said Jack Loughead gently, "I'll take myself out of the way, and make all excuses at the house." "Oh! do forgive me," Polly sprang after him, to call. He turned and tried to smile, then walked off, leaving Polly standing in the lane. "Jasper," said Mrs. Cabot in great irritation, when Jasper and Phronsie wandered into Mrs.
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