“Oh, no, Phronsie,” said Polly, quickly. “I shouldn’t have said so,” she added reproachfully.
“Dear me, it couldn’t ever come down,” declared Jasper. “Why, it’s as strong as anything. It’s going to last just forever.”
“And I’m going to live here, I am, just forever, too,” declared Phronsie, hopping over the uneven floor.
“Well, now, what shall I play?” asked Polly, with quite an air, and pushing the sleeves of her brown calico gown up further over her wrists.
“Oh, play that jiggy, wiggly piece,” said Joel, who never could remember the names of Polly’s wonderful flights of melody.
“Oh, Joel, I don’t want that to-day,” said Polly, wrinkling up her cheeks in disdain.
“That was splendid,” retorted Joel, “and I liked it when the organ man played it.”
“Did another organ man come by here?” asked Jasper, in a whisper to Polly.
“No,” said Polly, in a low voice, and her cheek turned pale at the remembrance of the dreadful time when Phronsie followed one to see the monkey.
Jasper drew a long breath of relief.