“And so I will,” cried Polly, too elated to begin at the right end. “Well, Jasper, you must know that Arethusa's piano is actually engaged.”
“It is!” exclaimed Jasper. “Hurrah!”
“Yes,” said Polly, with shining eyes, “and it's going into the new home the very first thing. Grandpapa promised me that.”
“Isn't father good!” cried Jasper, a whole world of affection in his dark eyes.
“Good?” repeated Polly, “he's as good as good can be, Jasper King!”
“Well, what else?” cried Jasper.
“And the boys—the two biggest ones—are going into the other public school, the one nearest their new home, you know.”
“Yes, I see,” said Jasper, “that's fine. That will bring them in with better boys.”
“Yes, and Grandpapa told Mrs. Corcoran all about the money we made at the entertainment, and that he put it in the bank for her this morning. And he showed her how to use the check-book.”
“Polly,” said Jasper, very much excited, “what if we girls and boys hadn't done this for those children! Just think, Polly, only suppose it!”