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Spool can't run away again," smiled Phronsie through her tears, and leaning out of her little wooden chair to see Joel drop the spool in. "That's nice, Polly, isn't it? Now he can't run away again," she hummed. "Indeed, it is," sang Polly, delighted; "he's fast now, so fly at your snarl, Pet, Mamsie'll be so pleased to think you've picked out some of it."
Beebe an' me thinks a sight o' you, an' that you're a-comin' out here to spend the day just as soon as Ab'm goes. Now remember." "Yes'm, I will," said Joel, twisting up his bag. "An' I'll come, Mrs. Beebe, if Mamsie'll let me." "An' take care the things don't fall out," warned Mrs. Beebe. Joel gave the bag another twist, and gripped it fast.
The gentleman's face looked very queer just then; but he merely said: "Why, you must be Polly?" "Yes, sir, I am," said Polly, pleased to think he knew her. And then she told him how she'd forgotten Cherry's seed, and all about it. "And oh, sir," she said, and her voice began to tremble, "Mamsie'll be so frightened if I don't get there soon!"
He sat so very still, that Polly ran out after a while to look at him. "Oh, Joe, you aren't crying!" she said in dismay. "No," said Joe, lifting his head; "but, Polly, I'm afraid my animals will all run away if I don't have the circus pretty soon. Don't you s'pose Mamsie'll let me have it in the bedroom Dave could sit up in the bed and see it." "Dear me, no," cried Polly. "The very idea!"
And Phronsie'll be a good girl too," with a long look into the bright eyes peering over the window casing of the old coach. "I'll try," said Phronsie. "Good-by, Mamsie," and she tried to stand on tiptoe to reach her mouth up. "Goodness me!" cried Polly, "you nearly tumbled off the steps. Throw her a kiss, Phronsie; Mamsie'll catch it."
And Joel gave a long stretch. But Polly had her arms around his neck. "Oh, you brave, brave Joel," she cried. "Mamsie'll be so proud of you! Think what she'll say when she comes home!" "Dave," said Joel, in a whisper. It was the middle of the night, and the loft was very still, save for Ben's breathing over in his bed in the corner. "Don't say a word!"
"I shall bring down most of the green ones, Joey," cried little David, joyfully, "'cause I can get the others down below the mountain." "Yes yes," whispered Joel, impatiently. "An' if I plant 'em, they'll grow, and then Mamsie'll be glad, an' Polly too," he whispered, dreadfully excited. "Won't Polly be glad though, Joe? She's never seen a green flower."
"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.
Henderson wiped her eyes many times during the recital, then she drew Joel to her. "You must come over to see my new chickens some day." "I'll go to-morrow," said Joel, sociably, "if Mamsie'll let me." "Oh, Joey!" reproved Mrs. Pepper. "Please excuse him," to Mrs. Henderson, "he doesn't think what he is saying."
"We can go," cried Polly, passionately, back at him, "if Mamsie'll only say so. We've never seen one, and we must go." "Now, children," said Mother Pepper, in a firm voice that rose above the din, "stop, every one of you, at once, and go and sit down."
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