“That’ll be fine,” exclaimed Joel, clapping his hands. “I’m going to lead.”
“Yes, you may,” said Polly. “Get the broom, Joel.”
So Joel ran over and pulled the broom down from its hook in the corner, to stick it up by his shoulder and prance off. “Come on,” he shouted.
“Come, Peletiah,” said Polly, “you must march next.”
“I don’t want to march,” said Peletiah, not moving.
“Oh, yes, you do,” said Polly. “You’ve come to Joel’s party, and this begins the party.”
Peletiah, not being able to contradict this, stepped slowly forward. Then he stopped. “Folks don’t have to do everything they don’t want to at a party,” he said.
“Yes, they do,” said Polly, bobbing her head decidedly, “when the party is in the little brown house. Come now, you must get into line.”
So Peletiah, seeing no help for it, found himself back of Joel marching off with his broom, as best he could, while Polly brought up the rear.
“Come on,” shouted Joel, prancing wildly off. Then he looked around.