"What do you say?" cried Polly
"Oh, Polly, are you hurt?"
Old Mr. King drew up his chair to oversee it all
"You come along yourself, Dobbs," said Joel pleasantly
"I'll help you; I'm strong," said Charlotte.
"It's so nice, everybody is getting on so well," said Polly
Then Phronsie glanced back again, and softly jogged the cradle
"Why do you put your apron up there?" asked Phronsie in gentle reproach
"An old gentleman in my room," repeated Jasper, turning on the stairs
"Good-morning," said Mr. Marlowe; "business all right?"