. Five little Peppers grown up, a sequel to Five little Peppers midway . skGrandpapa to wait an instant, whatever you 460 MK. KING AND POLLY. do, Phronsie. See, Im ready, and she ranout into the hall, putting on her hat as she spoke. Get her a glass of milk, Phronsie, calledJasper, standing by the stair-railing ; ^ thats agood child. Polly flashed him a grateful look as shedashed down the stairs, drawing on her gloves,and not daring to look forward to meeting-Grandpapa. But when she came out to the back piazza,Phronsie following her with the glass, and beg-ging her to drink up the rest left in
. Five little Peppers grown up, a sequel to Five little Peppers midway . skGrandpapa to wait an instant, whatever you 460 MK. KING AND POLLY. do, Phronsie. See, Im ready, and she ranout into the hall, putting on her hat as she spoke. Get her a glass of milk, Phronsie, calledJasper, standing by the stair-railing ; ^ thats agood child. Polly flashed him a grateful look as shedashed down the stairs, drawing on her gloves,and not daring to look forward to meeting-Grandpapa. But when she came out to the back piazza,Phronsie following her with the glass, and beg-ging her to drink up the rest left in it, oldMr. King, standing by the little old-fashionedchaise, received her exactly as if nothing hadhappened. AVell, I declare, Polly, he said, turning toher with a smile, I never saw anybody getready so quickly as you can. There, hop in,child, and he put aside her dress fiom thewheel in his most courtly manner possible. Polly hasnt had all the milk, said Phron-sie, by the chaise-step, holding up the glassanxiously. Well, I dont believe she wants it, said oldMr. I THE m^fTn^-i t AST,- MR. KING AT^D POLLY. 463 « No, I dont, said Polly, from the depthsof the old chaise. I couldnt drink it, dear. Mr. King bent his white head to kiss Phron-sie, and then they drove away, and left herstanding in the lilac-shaded path, her glass inher hand, and looking after them. All sorts of things Mr. King talked of in thecheeriest manner possible, just as if Polly andhe were in the habit of taking a drive like thisevery morning ; and he never seemed to noticeher swollen eyelids, nor whether she answered,but kept on bravely with the conversation. Atlast Polly, at something he said, laughed in herold merry fashion ; then Mr. King drew a long-breath, and relaxed his efforts. I declare, Polly, he said, leaning back in acomfortable way against the old cushion, andallowino- the neio-hbors horse, hired for theoccasion, to amble along in its own fashion, now we are so cosy, I believe Fll tell you
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