"Wouldn't the bureau handle be better?" asked Polly.
"The table leg, Polly," suggested Jasper.
"The table leg, oh, yes," cried Polly. "Now then, Jocko, you must be very good," and she knelt down by the table, dragging the monkey up to her.
"Let me fasten it for you," said Ben, coming up.
"Oh, I can do it," said Polly, pulling the chain around the table leg and taking a little loop in it. "There, sir! Now you're fast!" as she jumped up and brushed her brown gown with both hands.
"He's mussed you all up," cried Ben; "and see, his hair's all over your dress."
"Never mind," said Polly, who always liked everything very nice, "they'll come off," and she brushed away smartly. "There, that's all right now, Bensie. Oh, let's talk over what we are going to do to-morrow, our real Christmas," and she flew back to Jasper's chair.
"Yes, do," said Jasper. "Come on, Ben."
"You know, of course, there's the tree," began Polly, as the two pulled their hassocks and sat down again, on either side of Jasper's chair.
"Yes, of course," said Jasper. "Christmas wouldn't be Christmas, would it, Polly, without our tree."