So Polly, quite happy now that Ben was actually there, ran her arm in his, and launched into such a merry account of what that rhinoceros was capable of that even Joel was satisfied and David wasn’t conscious of breathing.
A gentle pull brought Polly to suddenly. “Tell about my dear, sweet little monkey, do, Polly,” begged Phronsie.
“To be sure,—how could I forget you?” cried Polly remorsefully.
“Oh, I don’t want a monkey,” screamed Joel; “we can have him any day. Do go on about that—that—”
“See here, Joe,” Ben gave him a small pat on his back, “it’s time to rest that rhinoceros. He’s awfully big, and he gets tired easily.”
“Does he?” cried Joel.
“Yes.”
“Well, then, go on about the monkey.”
“I’m going to have my dear, sweet monkey now,” whispered Phronsie in Ben’s ear.
“Yes, I know,” Ben whispered back. “Well, go on, Polly.”