“Oh dear!” exclaimed Alexia, wringing her hands, “we'll be late and miss the train. Do hurry, Polly Pepper.”
“I'll find it, Polly,” said Phronsie, going to the closet and getting down on her knees, to peer around.
“Oh, it wouldn't be on the floor, Phronsie,” began Polly. “Oh dear me! where can it be?”
“Here it is,” cried Alexia, “behind the bed.” And running off, she picked it up, and swung it over to Polly.
“Goodness me!” said Polly with a little laugh, “I remember now, I tossed it on the bed, I thought. Well, I'm ready now, thank fortune,” pinning on her hat. “Good-bye, Pet.”
“I am so very glad it is found, Polly,” said Phronsie, getting up on tiptoe to pull Polly's hat straight and get another kiss.
“Come on, Polly,” called Alexia, flying over the stairs. “Yes, yes, girls, she's coming! Oh dear me, Polly, we'll be late!”