“And now you must write to me, Davie, and tell Phronsie to write to me, too, all by her own self. And, oh, tell Mamsie I mended my stockings last week ’cause two big holes came. I must save some room for Jasper wants to write.
“Polly, with love to all in the little brown house.”
“Dear Dave:
“You must write to Polly, all of you, because I want her to like it here, and she won’t unless she hears often from the little brown house.
“Polly just practises every chance she can get. The music teacher says she is the best—Polly is stopping me, so I can’t tell the rest.
“Jasper.”
Davie stood quite still, not minding when Joel twitched the letter out of his hand, then he marched straight up to Grandma and said under her cap-frill,
“Now I know what Phronsie would like to do,—write a letter to Polly every day.”
Then he flew over to Mother Pepper. “You don’t need to take care of Phronsie, I’m going to do it every single day, Mamsie, all by myself,” he said, his blue eyes shining.
THE END