“And you’d like to hear about all the animals, Phronsie, wouldn’t you?” asked Polly, bending over the yellow head in her lap.
“Polly,” asked Phronsie, lifting her head in great excitement, “is that about the dear, sweet little monkey?”
“Yes, Pet,” said Polly, “it is.”
“Then,” said Phronsie, clapping her hands, “I should like to hear about it very much indeed. Please begin right straight off, Polly,” and she laid her head down in Polly’s lap again.
“Well, you see,” began Polly—would Ben never come!
“Don’t say, ‘you see,’” interrupted Joel impatiently; “do tell about the animals, and have a bear—no, two bears—”
“You’re always having a bear,” said Polly, with a little laugh. “Well, there were lots of bears in this circus I am going to tell you of.”
“How many?” demanded Joel.
“Oh, fifty,” said Polly recklessly.
“Whickets!” cried Joel in amazement.