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"You ought to have seen what a Santa Claus Ben made!" Polly was saying. "I cut your performance yesterday at Baby's Tree, all out, old fellow," declared Ben, descending from the step-ladder and bestowing an affectionate clap on Jasper's shoulder. "I don't doubt it," Jasper gave back. "We made the wig out of Mamsie's cushion hair," laughed Polly.
Pepper carried David into the little brown house, and the others, following mournfully enough, the door was shut. David was laid up with a sprained ankle, that was all, after the upset. But Joel found it dismal enough to play out in the snow alone, and he kept pretty close to the window, so that he could look up and sing out once in a while to Dave seated by it in Mamsie's big rocking chair.
See, Polly, here 'tis," and he dived under the table, and came up bright and shining with it in his hand. "There now, Phronsie; see, Joel's got it for you," said Polly, beaming at him. "Now, Pet, I'll tell you what, let's put Mamsie's basket on the floor, and old Mr. Spool in it. There, Joey, drop him in, then he can't run away again. Now, then!" "Mr.
Just then the door opened, and Phronsie, fresh from the hands of Matilda, who had been changing her gown, came in with Araminta in her arms. When she saw Polly on the floor with her head in Mamsie's lap, she got down by her side and curled up there, too. "Smooth my hair, do, Mamsie," she begged. "Mamsie's got her two bothers," said Polly, with a little laugh.
"Yes, indeed!" cried Mrs. Fisher cordially, and making way for him to sit down by her side. "Now isn't this nice!" breathed Polly, lifting her head out of her mother's lap to look at him on Mamsie's other side. "Now, Jasper, you begin, and we'll tell her all about it, as we always do, you know, when we get home from places."
"Carry him into the bedroom," Mother Pepper was saying. "Come, child," Polly pulled Phronsie hastily toward the woodshed, "you must really let me wash your face." "Why do you want to wash it in the woodshed, Polly?" asked Phronsie, obstinately, holding back. "I want to wash it in Mamsie's nice bowl." "Oh, Phronsie, please come," begged Polly, still holding her arm.
"And the washing the dishes and things up afterward," said Jasper, reflecting; "I think I liked that just as well as the baking, Polly." "It was good fun," said Polly; "and how funny you looked with one of Mamsie's aprons tied round under your chin, Jasper." "I know it," said Jasper, bursting into a laugh. "I must have looked like I don't know what. But it was good fun, Polly."
Particularly as he showed all his teeth, and rolled and blinked his black eyes every minute, so that Phronsie, who sat on the grass at Mamsie's feet, when she wasn't an animal and needed to perform, shivered, and clung close to Mrs. Pepper. "Take me, Mamsie," she begged.
Joel lay so still and white in Ben's arms that Polly turned quite faint. But when she saw Mamsie's face, she bent over to Phronsie. "Come here, Pet," she tried to say, as she drew her off that she might not see. "What is it, Polly?" asked Phronsie, wonderingly. "What is Ben carrying Joey for?" "Now I must wash off the cake-crumbs, they're all over your face, Phronsie," said Polly, desperately.
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