"And oh—" here Polly broke off with a happy little laugh, and clapped her hands together.
"What is it, Polly? Oh, do tell me," begged Jasper, in a fever for the secret.
But Polly laughed on. "Oh, you'll know to-morrow," she said gleefully.
"Oh, no, tell me now, Polly," begged Jasper. "If you don't I'll be sick again, I'm afraid. Tell me, Polly, what is it?"
"Yes, Polly," said Ben, "you ought to tell him now; and if you don't, why I will."
"Oh, I'll tell," said Polly, much alarmed at the news coming from any one but herself. "Oh, Jasper," she cried, "Mr. Cabot gave us a present."
"Mr. Cabot gave us a present?" repeated Jasper.
"Yes, to all of us; wasn't he dear?"
"I don't know until you tell me what it is," said Jasper, much mystified.
"The sweetest thing," said Polly. "Oh, you'll love it, Jasper."