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not waiting for Polly to finish, and lifting it high as it dangled from her arm. "See, Polly, and dear Grandpapa gave it to me, he did."

      "I know, pet," said Polly; "take care, now, or you'll tumble on your nose."

      "And I'm going to buy my dear Grandpapa something," declared Phronsie, with a bob of her fur-trimmed bonnet; "I am, Polly."

      "So you shall," cried Polly, radiantly; "now that'll be fine."

      "Polly," said Ben, on her other side, "I've been thinking of something that perhaps it would be good to do."

      "Oh, Ben, what is it?" she cried, all in a twitter to know, for Ben's plans, if sometimes slow, were always so good to follow.

      "Why, let's us all put our money together instead of buying little things for Grandpapa, for of course we are all going to give him something, and buy one good present." It was a long speech for Ben, and he was quite glad when it was all out.

      "Let's," said Polly, quite enchanted. "Oh, Ben, you do think of just the right things."

      "No," said Ben, "I don't think up such nice things as you do, Polly," and he looked at her admiringly; "I can't."

      "Well, your things are always best in the end, anyway," said Polly, unwilling to take so much praise, and preferring that Ben should have it.

      "O dear me!" Joel, with David at his heels, came tumbling up. "You are so slow, just like snails," he grumbled.

      "Just like snails," echoed Phronsie, with very pink cheeks, stepping very high, all her attention on the money-bag dangling from her wrist.

      "Well, we can't go any faster, Joe," said Ben, "so you must make up your mind to be satisfied."

      "Well, I'm not satisfied," declared Joel, in a dudgeon.

      "So it seems," said Ben, with a little laugh.

      "And it isn't the way, when people are going shopping, to run through the street," said Polly, "so when you get outside the gateway, you've got to walk, Joel. It isn't elegant to race along."

      When Polly said "elegant" with such an air, the children always felt very much impressed, and little David now hung his head quite ashamed.

      "I'm sorry I ran, Polly," he said.

      "Oh, it's no matter in here," said Polly, "but when we get outside, then you must walk in a nice way. Mamsie'd want you to. Oh, now, Ben, go on with your plan and tell the rest."

      "Oh, now you've been talking up things, you and Ben; you're always doing that, Polly Pepper," cried Joel, loudly. And he tried to crowd in between Polly and Phronsie.

      "See here, you get back!" cried Ben, seizing his jacket collar; "you're not to crowd so, Joe."

      "Well, you and Polly are always talking secrets," said Joel, but he fell back with Ben nevertheless, "and keeping them from Dave and me."

      "Then you should have stayed with us," said Ben, calmly.

      "We didn't know you were going to talk secrets," grumbled Joel.

      "Oh, we've only just begun," said Polly, brightly, looking over past Phronsie, "so you'll hear it all, Joey; and Davie, too," she added, looking off to little David on the farther end of the line.

      "I'm not going to stir a step away ever again," declared Joel, squirming up as close to Ben as he possibly could, "then you can't talk things without I hear them."

      "You've got to give me a little more of the walk, Joe," said Ben, striding on and thrusting out his elbow on Joel's side, "else you'll go behind."

      "O dear! I want to hear what you're going to say," whined Joel. But he gave way, moving up against David, who was the last in the row. "Well, do begin," he begged.

      "Yes, do tell them, Ben," said Polly.

      "Well, you see," said Ben, as they turned out of the big stone gateway, "we are all to give Grandpapa a present, each one, I mean."

      "I am," shouted Joel, jumping up and down, "Whoopity la, whickets, I am!"

      "Oh, Joel Pepper!" exclaimed Polly, looking down the row at him. Whenever Polly said "Joel Pepper," everybody felt that the case was very serious. So Joel hung his head and looked quite sheepish.

      "Mamsie would be so sorry to hear you say that," went on Polly.

      "Well, he isn't going to say it again," said Ben, "I don't believe."

      "No, I'm not," declared Joel, his black head going up again, "never again, Polly."

      "That's right," and she smiled approvingly. "Oh, now, do go on again, Ben," she said, "with your plan."

      "Yes, we're all going to give Grandpapa presents," cried Joel, before Ben had time to put in a word. "I am, and I won't tell what I'm going to buy, either. You can't make me, Dave." He slapped the pocket containing his purse, but encountering the big pin, drew off his fingers. "Ow!"

      "There, who's hurt now?" cried Ben, with a laugh as he looked down at the rueful face.

      "Pooh—it didn't hurt any," said Joel, pulling off his glove to suck the drop of blood that came up to meet him.

      David, who never could bear to see Joel hurt, pressed up to see the extent of his injury, and turned pale. Perhaps it went clear through his finger, for it was Mamsie's big shawl-pin!

      "Oh, don't, Joel," cried Polly, with a grimace; "take your handkerchief, do!"

      "No, I'm not going to," said Joel, squirming away, and repeating the process as another little drop appeared; "I can spit it out, and my handkerchief'll stay bad."

      "Joel," said Polly, sternly, "you must not do that. Do you hear me?"

      "Well, that's the last drop, anyway," declared Joel, "so I haven't got to do anything."

      "Let me see," said Polly, feeling quite motherly with all her brood to look after. So the whole row stopped and Joel leaned over and thrust out his finger for Polly to examine it.

      "Yes, that's all right," she said with a sigh of relief. "Well, now, we must hurry, for we have so much to do. And, Ben, do go on."

      "Well, you see Grandpapa has so many things that it'll be hard to pick out five that he'd like," said Ben, "so I thought—"

      "He'll like mine," interrupted Joel.

      "Hold on, Joe, and wait till I get through," commanded Ben, turning on him.

      "And if you interrupt again, you must walk behind, Joel," said Polly, severely.

      "I don't want to walk behind," said Joel, ducking as he caught her glance.

      "Well, then, you mustn't interrupt Ben again," declared Polly, in her most decided fashion.

      "Oh, I won't, I won't!" he promised, much alarmed as he saw her face.

      "See that you don't, then," said Ben. "Well, so it seems as if perhaps it would be a good plan to all put our money together and get Grandpapa one good thing."

      "I think it would be a perfectly elegant plan," declared Polly, radiantly.

      Joel stood stock-still twitching the end of Ben's coat, so that he was pulled up short. "I'm not going to put any money in," he cried in a loud tone.

      "Hey? Oh, then, you don't like the plan, Joe?" said Ben, getting his coat free and whirling around on him.

      "I'm not going to put any money in," repeated Joel, in the same high key.

      "Well, then, you needn't," said Ben, nowise disturbed.

      "Oh, Ben, then we can't any of us do it," said Polly, quite dismayed, "and it would have been so perfectly splendid." She stopped short, and Phronsie, looking up in surprise, pulled her hand gently. "Oh, Polly," she exclaimed, "are you sick?"

      "Oh, the rest of us will do it," said Ben, coolly, "and Joel can stay outside."

      "Oh, I'm not going to stay outside," howled Joel, throwing his arms around Ben

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