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"It looks very well, Polly," said Ben, in a practical way. "I wish we had somethin' to eat," began Joel. "Oh, Joey!" cried Polly, reproachfully. But her heart jumped at the recollection of the lovely smell that came from the oven, and Mamsie's face.
"We mustn't carry any of 'em downstairs," she said, while Joel set up a howl. "Oh, I don't want Dave to go downstairs and leave me," he whined. "Yes, you can stay up here with your crickets," said Polly, coolly, having shaken off any possibility of one remaining on Mamsie's wrapper.
Pepper and never in all their lives had the children seen such a look in mamsie's eyes as met them then; "it does seem as if my heart would be broken if you didn't go!" And then she burst out crying, right before them all! "Oh mammy," cried Polly, breaking away from everybody, and flinging herself into her arms. "I'll go if you think I ought to.
"I wish we could be rich now, then," said Ben, taking another generous slice of the brown bread; "in time for mamsie's birthday," and he cast a sorrowful glance at Polly. "I know," said Polly; "oh dear! if we only could celebrate it!" "I don't want any other celebration," said Mrs.
And Ben made a long, flapping tail out of an old, frayed rope, and Polly had sewed a little tuft of hair, that came out of Mamsie's cushion, on top of the monkey's head, pulling it all around the face for some whiskers; so, when Joel was really inside of it, he was perfectly awful.
Polly ran over the stairs, nervously twirling the little note. "O, dear me, where are you, Ben?" "Here," called Ben, "in Mamsie's sewing-room." "Oh! I beg your pardon," exclaimed Polly, throwing wide the door on the tete-a-tete Ben was having with Charlotte. "Come in, Polly," cried Ben, his blue eyes glowing with welcome. "That's all right; you don't interrupt us.
"It was the nicest thing you've ever done, Polly," declared Ben, with emphasis. "Chil-dren!" Mamsie's voice, and it had a new sound. But Joel gave his sturdy legs another wave. "I wish we could stay out here longer," he said. So it happened that he was last in the procession filing into the little brown house, instead of first, as was usually the case.
"That is the only drawback about travel," observed Mother Fisher, her hand passing soothingly over Polly's head, "that there never seems to be time for the little home ways that are so good. Now we must make the time and keep it, Polly." "Indeed we will," cried Polly, seizing Mamsie's other hand to cuddle it under her chin, "and I'm going to begin right now.
"Good-night, Bingley; sure you don't want any help to your room?" "Sure," declared Bingley, going out unsteadily and shutting the door. Joel threw himself on his knees by the side of the easy-chair, and burrowed his head deep within it. "Oh, if I only had Mamsie's lap to lay it in," he groaned, "and Mamsie's hands to go over it." "Joe Joe!" David flung wide the door, "where are you?" he cried.
There was a sign of another outbreak, but something in Mamsie's eyes stopped it halfway. "In the first place, it's five miles to Hillsbury," said Mrs. Pepper, slowly, as if trying to put off the final decision as long as possible; "and you younger children couldn't walk it." "I could, Mamsie," declared Joel, springing up again. "Sit down, Joel; well, Davie couldn't.