"Yes! yes!"
"And the little girl falls asleep and dreams of it, and holds it in her arms. And while she dreams, I see a ship coming over the seas—"
"Father's ship!" cried Pollypod in ecstacy.
"No; another ship."
"O!" sighed Pollypod, drooping.
"Here it comes sailing--sailing--sailing; and the waves are curling--curling--curling; and the captain is bowing--bowing--bowing; and the stars are shining--shining--shining into the waters, lighting them up with smiles! But what is this I see on the ship? A Doll!"
"Doll!" cried Pollypod, reviving. "For the little girl?"
"Yes, for the little girl. The little girl's Doll! Pollypod's Doll! And as sure as we sit here talking, the captain, if he's alive, will bring it home before the week's out."
In a very flutter of delight Pollypod jumped to her feet, and clasped her hands.
"You mustn't be frightened of me, Pollypod," said Felix, sharing in Pollypod's delight; "I'm a good wizard."