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"No, I'm not sick," cried Joel, in the greatest alarm, fearful his mother meant to take back the promise; "I've never been sick. Oh, mammy! you know you'll let me go, won't your?" "I guess so," laughed his mother. "Come on, Phron," cried Joel, giving her a whirl. David, who was too tired for active sport, sat on the floor and watched them frolic in great delight.
"Hoh!" said Joel, "you're making it worse'n ever, Phron." "No, I'm not," cried Phronsie, clutching the snarl with both little fists. "Oh, no, I'm not; am I, Polly?" And the big tears began to race over her round cheeks. "No," said Polly. "Oh, for shame, Joel, to make Phronsie cry!" "I didn't make her cry," denied Joel, stoutly, his face working badly. "I'll get the spool I'll get the spool.
Polly was on her knees cuddling up Phronsie's toes, and begging to feed her, when she felt her give a shiver, and try to hide her face on her neck. "Don't, Joey," begged Polly. But Joel, not hearing her, and hating to be dictated to by Percy, cried out persistently: "Say, Phron, what were you doing all the morning?" Phronsie at this gave a loud sob. "Take me, Polly," was all she said.
"Goody!" said Joel, immensely relieved; for now he could quite enjoy his to see a pair on Davie's hands, also. "Look at Phron," he cried, "she hasn't got only half of her things out!" To tell the truth, Phronsie was so bewildered by her riches that she sat on the floor with the little red stocking in her lap, laughing and cooing to herself amid the few things she had drawn out.
"Come on, Phron," he said, "for a spin like old times." "See here," cried Alexia, "we ought to get back to that Tree, Polly Pepper, or it won't be ready. Dear me, I dropped a box of frost all over the stairs; Joel made such a noise."
Phronsie lifted her eyes and fixed them on the long, white face, and suddenly raising herself on her tiptoes, she put up her lips. "Look at Phron," cried Joel in the midst of the group, "actually kissing Mrs. Chatterton!" and everybody turned and stared.
"You don't know whatever you're talking about, Phron. Does she, Polly?" "Don't tease her," said Polly; but Phronsie didn't hear, being absorbed in correcting Seraphina, who had wobbled over on her back instead of sitting up elegantly to view the pictures. Joel ran down the next day to see Mrs. Beebe, Mother Pepper giving the long-desired permission.
"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.
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