"I won't be tired," said Phronsie, drawing herself up very straight; "I won't be, Polly."
"You will be if you run and race to begin with," declared Polly, very much wishing she could join the boys herself. But she was holding Phronsie's hand by this time, and it never would do to leave her. "So we must walk till we reach the car."
Phronsie heaved a sigh, but she kept tight hold of Polly's hand, and walked obediently on.
"You see," said Polly, who never could bear to hear Phronsie sigh, "we're going shopping, Phronsie, and there's a good deal of walking we have before us, and—"
"And I have my money-bag," cried Phronsie, breaking in jubilantly, and 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.