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"Oh, Mamsie, it's so very hot," said Polly; but she thrust her arms into the sleeves and pulled it on again. "I know; but you've been running," said Mrs. Fisher, "and have gotten all heated up." "Well, it's perfectly splendid to travel to places where we can run and race," said Polly, in satisfaction, throwing herself down on the rocks. The others all doing the same thing, Mr.
Then you'll be as bright as a button in the morning, Polly." "Mamsie," said Polly, "I don't think Grandpapa has kept from doing anything he could to make us happy, do you, Mamsie? not a single thing." "No," said Mother Fisher, "I don't, Polly." "Mamsie, what shall we do?"
Fisher, firmly, "I shall stay, so that is all there is about it, Polly. Now run along, child, and tell Matilda to hurry out too, for she wants to see the sunrise." Polly still lingered, until her mother looked up in surprise. "Why, Polly," she said, reprovingly. "O dear me!" exclaimed Polly, "I didn't mean to disobey, Mamsie, I really didn't; I'll go."
"They all got shook out of the pails, Polly's and mine did, when the bull chased us." "When the bull chased you!" repeated Mrs. Pepper, while her black eyes roved from one to the other. "Oh, Joel, don't tell Mamsie this way," said Polly, pulling his jacket. "Besides, Phronsie doesn't know what we ran for." "David," said Mrs. Pepper, "take Phronsie into the bedroom and shut the door.
"Mamsie," cried Polly, raising her head suddenly as she cuddled into bed, "supposing we shouldn't hear that horn just supposing it! Oh, can't I stay awake? Do let me, Mamsie." "Your Grandfather has made arrangements for us all to be called," said Mrs. Fisher, "so we won't have to depend on the horn, and now you must go to sleep just as fast as ever you can.
I shall stay with Phronsie, for of course we wouldn't leave her alone with Matilda, and all go off for a nice time." "No, of course not," cried Polly, in horror at the mere thought. "And she's in such a nice sleep and so warm, that it's a pity to wake her up," finished Mrs. Fisher. "O dear me," cried Polly, in distress, "I'd rather stay, Mamsie, and have you go." "No," said Mrs.
"But I am quite sure that none of us children would be a bit happy not to have it as Mamsie would like." "Well, but I am not sure that the others wouldn't like it," said Mr. King persistently. "Ben wouldn't," said Polly triumphantly, "I know, for he all along shrank from the big party." "Oh! well, Ben, I suppose, would object somewhat," conceded the old gentleman slowly.
"It is I, mamsie!" he shouted, in what he meant to be his usual voice; but to a sensitive ear and what ear is so sensitive as a mother's? there was a tremble in it that was not wholly natural. "Is anything the matter, dear?" called out that mother, in reply. The question made him start, though he replied quickly enough, and in more guarded tones: "No, mamsie. Go to sleep. I'm tired, that's all."
Polly for her life, couldn't imagine how anybody could feel without a mother, but the very words alone smote her heart; and there was nothing she wouldn't have done to give pleasure to one who had done so much for them. "I wish you could see our mother," she said, gently. "Why, here she comes now! oh, mamsie, dear," she cried. "Do, Joe, run and take her bundle." Mrs.
Which she did, until every one of the household, creeping in and out, declared she could not possibly sleep any longer, and that they must wake her up. This last was from Polly. "What do you suppose it is, Mamsie?" she asked, for about the fiftieth time, hanging over Phronsie's little bed. "Nothing," said Mrs. Fisher, with firm lips.
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