“That’s right,” Polly flashed him a smile over Phronsie’s yellow head.
“You may have the place,” said Davie, trying not to want it very much.
“I’ll tell you what,” said Polly, “how would it do for each of you to have the place half of the time, and I’ll tell you when to change?”
A smile ran over David’s face.
“All right,” said Joel, folding his little brown hands. “Now begin.”
“Well, now, I’m going to tell you about—” said Polly.
“Oh, the circus story!” shouted Joel wildly. “Do tell about the circus story, Polly.”
“Do you want the circus story, Davie?” asked Polly.
“Say yes, Dave. Do say yes,” said Joel, nudging him.
“Yes, I do,” said Davie in great satisfaction.