"But what is it?" demanded Jasper.
"And he sent 'way to India for it."
"To India!" Jasper didn't seem to be able to say anything but the echo of Polly's words.
"Yes," said Polly, nodding to Ben to keep still; "and it's just too beautiful for anything."
"Oh, now I know; it's a vase," said Jasper, "one of those brass things—that's what it is."
"A vase!" cried Ben, with a laugh, and slapping his knee. "Well, I guess you won't say this is much like a vase when you see it, Jasper King."
"Oh, no, it isn't a vase," said Polly, shaking her brown head. "Guess again, Jasper."
"Well, then, it's a curtain—a portière, one of those embroidered things."
"No, no," said Polly and Ben together.
"Well, a table cover," said Jasper.