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And that night he came down to sleep in Mamsie's big bed, and Polly had a little shake-down on the floor. "I wish I could ever be sick!" said Joel, when he saw the preparations for the night. "Oh, Joel, don't wish such perfectly dreadful things," said Polly. "Well, I never sleep with Mamsie," said Joel, in an injured tone. "And Davie gets all the good times." "Now, Joel," said Mrs.
"I know all about it, why he wanted to do it" for Joel had told her the whole story "and Mamsie'll be glad he did it. How I wish she'd come!" peering down the dusty road. "How I wish she'd come!" echoed Phronsie, poking her head in between Polly's gown and the door jamb. "Dear me," cried Polly, whirling around, "are you there, Pet? Well, Mamsie's coming pretty soon.
"And Phronsie, too," said Polly, seeing the yellow head emerge from the breakfast-room doorway. "Come on, Phron," sang out Joel, "up in Polly's room she wants you," and the three hurried off. "Now, Joel," said Polly, closing the door and facing him desperately, "you are Mamsie's own boy." "I should think so," said Joel, "I'm not anybody's else.
Tisbett sat up stiff and straight, holding him tightly, and said, "If I hear of you goin' up that ere tree again, you don't go with me." So Joel promised he would be very good, and then he hopped down and got into Mamsie's lap, and let himself be cuddled to his heart's content. "My land!" exploded Mrs. Beebe, when quiet was restored. "I declare, I'm all beat out.
The two little Whitneys, who were eagerly clutching Polly's arms, turned around; and Percy rubbed his eyes in a puzzled way, as Joel said, stopping a minute to look up at the tall figure: "We don't ever kiss strangers mamsie's told us not to." "For shame, Joey!" cried Polly, feeling her face grow dreadfully red in the darkness, "the gentleman's been so kind to me!"
"Hooray!" shouted the two boys, while Phronsie only gave a long sigh, and clasped her hands. "Better not be looking for summer," said Mrs. Pepper, "until you do your duty by the winter; then you can enjoy it," and she took a fresh needleful of thread. "Mamsie's right," said Ben, smiling over at her. And he threw down his book and jumped for his cap.
Cherry, twittering in the window, chirped something vague and unsatisfactory. Polly brought up her brown head suddenly and laughed. "Nonsense! our happiness doesn't depend upon a lot of people coming together to help it along. Mamsie's face, whenever Grandpapa plans all this magnificence, is enough to make me feel wretched at the thought of it.
Pepper were clearing up, Joel nudged David. "Come on, Dave," he whispered, and the two boys ran out to the orchard again. "I'm goin' to be bear again," cried Joel. "O dear me! Ben's taken in all the black hair," he cried, in great disappointment. "He had to put it back in Mamsie's cushion again," said David. "You know he promised." "He might have left it a little bit of a while," grumbled Joel.
"Here's one more," spying a pink stick behind Mamsie's chair. "Here 'tis. I've got it!" emerging in triumph, and holding it fast. "Where's Phronsie and Dave?" "Over at Grandma's," said Polly. "O dear!" began Joel, then he thought a minute. "I'm going to take Grandma a doughnut, Polly," he cried, dancing off, and swinging the bag, into which he had crammed all the "goodies."
And it wasn't till all the children, Ben and all, were abed that night, and she crept into Mamsie's arms and sobbed it all out on her breast, that she felt better and like being Polly again.
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