Phronsie, who had waited patiently till her turn came to say good-by, now put out her arms. "Take me, Polly," she said.
"Yes, I will," said Polly, flying out of the carriage. So Phronsie was lifted in, when she laid her soft little cheek on Jocko's wrinkled face. "I love you," she said, "and you are going to Candace's house."
"Oh, Phronsie," exclaimed Ben, with a grimace, trying to draw Jocko off.
But Phronsie was not quite through, so she held fast.
"And I'm coming to see you," she finished. Then she held up her arms for Polly to lift her out.
And then Polly hopped in again, Thomas cracked the whip, and off they went, Jocko showing a grinning face at the window, as long as the children were in sight. Then he sat up straight and looked the stout black figure on the opposite seat all over with extreme condescension.
XXVII
"MR. KING, WHO IS THAT PIP YOU HAVE HERE?"
"Well, you are all settled, old chap," said Ben, affectionately, with a pat on Jasper's shoulder, "for a spell at least."