“You didn't see?” she asked over her shoulder.
“Not a wink,” said Jasper, laughing.
So Polly ran back, and Jasper drew the short one. “There; you have it, Polly!” he cried gleefully. “Oh, that's good!”
“Oh, I do hope I shall draw the right one, Jasper,” she said, standing on tiptoe, her fingers trembling over the bowl.
“They are all of them good,” said Jasper encouragingly. So Polly suddenly picked out one; and together they read, “Tom.”
“Fine!” they shouted.
“Oh, isn't that perfectly splendid?” cried Polly, “because, you see, Phronsie did so very much wish to hear Tom sing,” just as if she hadn't mentioned that fact before. “Now, Jasper.”
“I'm in much the same predicament as you were,” said Jasper, pausing, his hand over the bowl. “If I shouldn't choose the right one, Polly!”
“They are all of them good,” said Polly, laughing at his face.
“Oh, I know, but it is a fearful responsibility,” said Jasper, wrinkling his brows worse yet. “Well, here goes!”