“That’s fine,” said Polly, smiling at Phronsie. “Now I’m going to put this peppermint drop up on the table, and you shall give it to Ben when he comes in.”
“I shall give it to Bensie when he comes in,” hummed Phronsie. “And this one is for you.” She held up the third pink peppermint to Polly’s mouth.
“Oh, no, child,” said Polly, shaking her head. “You must save those other two for yourself, you know.”
“Then there won’t be any pink peppermints,” broke in Joel, awfully disappointed, “and I wanted one.”
“But Phronsie must save some for herself,” said Polly; “she just loves pink candy.”
“I will give you a pink one, Joey,” said Phronsie, beginning to look worried as she saw his face.
“No, Joel, you oughtn’t to,” said Polly.
“But I don’t want an old white one,” grumbled Joel; “mean old white one.”
“Then you’d better not take any,” said Polly coolly. “No, Phronsie, you must keep those two pink ones. Mr. Atkins would want you to.”
“Would Mr. Atkins want me to?” asked Phronsie doubtfully.