"Why, one of those phonograph dolls, to be sure," cried Mr. King promptly.
"Are they on sale yet?" asked Jasper. "I thought they had not perfected them enough for the market."
"I think I know where one can be bought," said his father. "They must be perfected—it's all nonsense that I can't find one if Phronsie wants it! Yes, she shall have a phonograph doll."
"That will be perfectly elegant," exclaimed Polly, with sparkling eyes.
"Won't Phronsie be delighted when she hears it talk?"
"She ought to have a Punch and Judy show," said Mrs. Whitney, "she's always so pleased with them, father."
Mr. King pushed away his coffee-cup, and pulled out his note-book.
"'Punch and Judy,' down that goes," he said, noting it after "phonograph doll." "What else?"
"Can't we have some of those boys up from the Orphan Asylum?" asked Polly, after a minute in which everybody had done a bit of hard thinking. "Phronsie loves to hear them sing when she goes there. Oh! they are so cunning."
"She'll want to give them her best toys and load them down with all her possessions. You see if she doesn't," warned Jasper.
"Well, she won't give away her new doll, anyway," cried Polly.