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"Don't stop," said Joel, lifting his head where he sat on the floor. "What you whisperin' for, Polly?" "I'm not," said Polly, glad to think she hadn't spoken. "Well, do go on, Ben," said Joel, lying down again. "Polly'll have to finish it," said Ben; "I've got to go upstairs now." So Polly launched out into such an extravagant story that they all, perforce, had to listen. All this time Mrs.
So my head it seemed to go, Miss Polly, and I clutched hold of the half-sovereign in the butcher's pocket, and the half-sovereign in the grocer's pocket, and I said to mother, 'Miss Polly'll give 'em to you, 'cause it's a big heart as Miss Polly has got.
Rather have the first pie?" repeated the old gentleman in astonishment, "why, I thought you wanted to make one all yourself." "I think I'd rather do part of it," said Phronsie with great deliberateness, "then Polly'll like it, and eat it, and I'll do yours, Grandpapa dear, just as Jefferson fixed mine, all alone. Please let me." She held him fast with her eyes, and waited for his answer.
She says it will be a grand day fer her and me when you-all get this mine goin'. Sary figgers that you-all won't stay in Oak Crick, ner on a ranch, once you have all this money; 'cause Polly'll make you-all go to some fine city to live," explained Jeb, innocently. "Huh! Is that so!" sneered Sam Brewster, angrily.
There's a many nights as I've kept him at his work an' a many others as I've held him down to it. Elijah has n't been a easy young man to manage, I can tell you." Susan stopped and sighed. "I like to think how he's goin' to miss me now," she said, "I made him awful comfortable. Polly'll never do all the little things as I did. It's a great satisfaction when a man leaves your house, Mrs.
Well now, Joe, set down the kettle, and go and wash your hands, you and Davie, and then come back and pick over these blackberries, and Polly'll take hold as soon as she gets through with the work." "O dear, I don't want to pick over old blackberries," whined Joel.
"Though I hadn't decided to when I came away, and Polly'll make a great hole in that cold roast pork, for I never said a word as to what she should have for supper. She's come to have no more sense than a child, and some things are bad to eat at night. But if she makes herself sick she'll have to suffer." "I'll have some tea made " "No, 'Lizabeth, don't fuss.
"No, you mustn't; you can bring 'em down in your arms." "I can't bring many," said little David, swallowing hard. "I can't bring many, Joe, an' Polly'll want some in her garden."
Then he added, gently, "We're going to make Polly well, little girl; so that she can see splendidly." "Will you, really?" asked the child, doubtfully. "Yes," said the doctor; "we'll try hard; and you mustn't cry; 'cause then Polly'll cry, and that will make her eyes very bad; very bad indeed," he repeated, impressively. "I won't cry," said Phronsie; "no, not one bit."
"Oh, I know just the place for you," she cried. "Aunt Polly'll take you I know she will! Didn't she take me? And didn't she take Fluffy and Buffy, when they didn't have any one to love them, or any place to go? and they're only cats and dogs. Oh, come, I know Aunt Polly'll take you! You don't know how good and kind she is!" Jimmy Bean's thin little face brightened. "Honest Injun? Would she, now?
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