"Well, you see," said Polly, with rosy cheeks, "it was our first Tree, and we were so afraid the children would find it out, and spoil all the surprise."
"And did we?" cried Phronsie, in intense excitement, emerging from the depths of the Tree, the better to look at Polly, "did we, Polly, and spoil it all?"
"No, Pet," cried Polly, "you were just as good as could be."
"I remember," said Joel, "you told us stories, Polly, in the kitchen, and"—
"We tooted on our tin horns," finished David; "oh, Joe, do you remember those horns?"
"And that molasses candy," said Joel, smacking his lips, "I remember I ate mine up before breakfast."
"And did I have any?" asked Phronsie, turning from one to the other.
"Yes, indeed, you did," answered Joel.
"Why, did you think we'd forget you, Phronsie?" asked Polly, a bit reproachfully.
"And don't you remember it?" said David.