"I didn't know but you were tired of it, by this time, and wanted something else."
"Oh, no; we have such good times," said Jean enthusiastically. "And if we gave it up, you never would get your stockings darned, either."
"Oh!" And the doctor lapsed into silence.
"What made you ask, papa?" inquired Polly.
"Mere curiosity."
"I know better than that," she said, seizing his hand as it lay on the table. "Now, popsy Adams, you just tell us what you are driving at."
"What is the use?" asked the doctor provokingly. "I did have another plan; but if you are all satisfied, I'll offer it to some of the other girls, or perhaps Aunt Jane will take it in charge."
This was too much for Polly.
"Do tell us," she begged. "We'll do it too, whatever it is; won't we girls?"
"But what if it is something that isn't funny at all, something for which you have to give up your own good times?"