“Oh, Grandpapa!” Polly wished she could go dancing off into the middle of the thoroughfare for a regular spin.
“Take care, Polly,” laughed old Mr. King, successfully steering her clear of an ash barrel, “this isn't the best dancing place imaginable.”
“Oh, I beg your pardon, Grandpapa,” said Polly, trying to sober down, “I didn't mean to; but oh, isn't it perfectly beautiful that Arethusa is going to take music lessons!”
“It is, indeed,” said Grandpapa, with a keen glance down at her flushed face. “And it really does seem to be an assured fact, for Miss Brown is engaged to begin as soon as the family move into their new home.”
“Oh—oh!” Polly could get no further.
Jasper, ahead with Pickering Dodge, looked back longingly.
“Oh, I do wish, Grandpapa,” said Polly, “that Jasper could walk home with us.”
“So do I, Polly,” said the old gentleman; “but you see he can't, for then I should have the whole bunch of those chattering creatures around me,” and he laughed grimly. “You must tell him all about what we are talking of, as soon as you get home.”
“Yes, I will,” declared Polly, “the very first thing. Now, Grandpapa, please go on.”
“Well, I had told Mrs. Corcoran all about the new house, you know, Polly, before.”