"Let me!" said Ben, coming up in his slow way. But the toys were half off, and Polly had gathered up the rest, and the big figure was already in the chair.
"You see," she began—
"Oh, would you please wait?" begged Polly, in great distress, looking over across the room where Joel and David were deep in the charms of some mechanical toy.
"Yes, to be sure," said Madam Van Ruypen, good naturedly, while Polly ran over to them. "Boys, come!" she cried hurriedly.
"Something's the matter with this pig," said Joel, not looking at her, and fussing with the animal in question.
"Well, put it down," said Polly, impatiently. "She's going to tell us what she wants us to do."
"Then Dave'll get my pig," said Joel, with one eye askance at that individual.
"Oh, no, he won't touch it; will you, Davie?" said Polly. "Do put it down, Joe, and come along."
"No, I won't," said David, "touch it a single bit." So Joel laid the pig carefully down, and the two boys hurried after Polly.
Madam Van Ruypen now began again.