"Why, Polly Pepper, what do you mean?"
"Baby ought to have a Christmas tree," said Phronsie slowly
"Oh!" said Jack Loughead. Then he tapped his boot with his walking stick
"Joel's gone," panted Phronsie, flying back
Joel swinging a big box, rushed into Dunraven Hall
"And did we," cried Phronsie, "find it out, Polly, and spoil it all?"
"Will you?" asked Phronsie, looking down into their faces
"We don't know how to tell it, Grandpapa"
"Now do set us to work, Joel"
"Oh, you don't know how I miss those boys!"