"See what you got by deserting your best friend," said Jasper, coolly. "Well, go on, Polly; and so Ben bought things?"
"Yes, she let him pick them out all by himself," said Polly, with great pride.
"Polly!" cried Ben, with flaming cheeks.
"She did; she told me so herself," Polly bobbed her head to emphasize every word, "and she said—"
"Polly, I can't think Papa Fisher would like to have us stay any longer," burst in Ben, desperately, coming up to lay a hand on Polly's shoulder.
"Hoh! Hoh!" cried Jasper, "now go on, Polly, tell the whole—mind I must have every word."
"I shall tell," said Polly, twitching away her shoulder from Ben's hand, "and you mustn't think to stop me, Ben, 'cause Jasper shall know. She said that Ben had more sense than anybody she knew," ran on Polly, while Ben stuffed his fingers in his ears and marched to the other side of the large room, "and she did everything he said."
"What, everything?" asked Jasper, eagerly.
"Yes, every single thing," said Polly. "She didn't choose a thing; all she did was to pay the bill."
"Whew!" whistled Jasper. "Good for Ben!"