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Updated: June 15, 2025
Up popped Phronsie's yellow head, the tears trailing off from the round cheeks till they fell on the floor. There stood Mother Fisher, quite still. "I'm sorry, Mamsie," said Phronsie, and she put out a little hand, "I'll eat the toast." So down old Mr.
Loughead, and what would you like to do for these poor children of Phronsie's Christmas Day? We shall be very glad of your assistance." "I could bring out a stereopticon," said Jack; "no very new idea, but I've a few pictures of places I've seen, and maybe the children would like it for a half-hour or so." "Capital, capital," pronounced the old gentleman quite as if he had proposed it.
"Now if you want me to get well, go out, do, and tell me what the fun is going on down there." So persuaded, the two boys stole out into the hall in time to see Phronsie go down the stairs with her armful, and carefully using their ears they soon rushed back with "Phronsie's giving away her dolls!"
And now, in two or three minutes it seemed as if Polly had always been there; it was the most natural thing in the world that sister Marian should smile down the table at the bright-faced narrator, who answered all their numerous questions, and entertained them all with accounts of Ben's skill, of Phronsie's cunning ways, of the boys who made fun for all, and above everything else of the dear mother whom they all longed to help, and of all the sayings and doings in the little brown house.
I guess I'd better lay it on the bureau." So she drew it carefully away, without awaking the little sleeper, and placed it where she knew Phronsie's eyes would rest on it the first thing in the morning.
"Oh dear," said Polly, resigning the needle with a big sigh, and leaning back to take a good stretch, followed by Phronsie's sympathizing eyes; "they never'll be on! And there goes the first bell!" as the loud sounds under Jane's vigorous ringing pealed up over the stairs. "There won't be time anyway, now! I wish there wasn't such a thing as shoes in the world!"
Fisher took a good long look at Charlotte Chatterton. Then she smiled, "I am glad to see you, Charlotte." Charlotte took the firm fingers extended to her, and said, "Thank you," then turned off to look at Phronsie again. And it wasn't till after dinner that Phronsie's trouble was touched upon. Then Polly drew her off to a quiet corner.
Mamsie!" and she sobbed as if her heart would break, and covered her face with her hands. "Don't cry, Polly," and Phronsie's little hand crept softly up to her neck. But Polly couldn't stop.
King set her abruptly on the floor, and took a few turns up and down the room. Phronsie's eyes followed him with a grieved expression. When she saw the distress on his face, she ran up to him and seized his hand, but didn't speak. "You see, child," he grasped her fingers and held them closely, "it's just this way: the gentleman wants to do me a favour; that is, to help Polly with her music."
"Gran," cried Rag hoarsely, waking up from her unlucky paralysis, "let her go; only let her go, an' I'll I'll do anythin' you want me to. I'll steal, an' pick an' fetch, and do anything Gran." The old woman leered at her, and passed her hand to the beads on Phronsie's neck; and in doing so she let the little arm slip, that she might use both hands to undo the clasp the better.
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