When everything was finally all explained, and the cash-girl had stepped off with a radiant face, Ben drew his charges off into a quiet corner, and said quite decidedly, "See here, now, we'll buy Grandpapa's present first, and make sure of it."
"Yes, do," said Polly, "for we never will get through in all this world. Well, what shall we choose, Ben?"
"What do you choose?" asked Ben, looking only at her.
"Oh, I know, I know," said Joel, eagerly.
"Hush, Joe, let Polly say."
"I don't know," said Polly.
"Polly doesn't know," broke in Joel, "let me tell; I know something splendid, Ben."
"You be still, Joe," said Ben, "and let Polly think."
"Why, I thought perhaps he'd like books," said Polly, slowly, wrinkling up her brows in little puckers.
"Hoh!" exclaimed Joel, in great disgust, "books aren't any good. I know—"