“Will you, Miss Phronsie?” cried Grace in delight.
“Yes,” said Phronsie, “I shall stay just as long as you want me to.”
CHAPTER VII.
POLLY MAKES MATTERS RIGHT.
“POLLY,” said Phronsie the next morning, “I do wish Mamsie was here.”
It was the first time that Phronsie had said anything to show she wished the mother back; and Polly, who knew so well how all such utterance had been controlled, turned and stared at her.
“I do really wish that Mamsie was home again,” said Phronsie, this time with a sigh, shaking her head decidedly.
“How you can, Phronsie,” broke in Polly impulsively, “oh, I don’t see, when you know how Mamsie needed the change, and how she would never let Papa-Doctor go alone! O Phronsie!”
But in spite of that, “O Phronsie!” Phronsie still reiterated, “Yes, I do wish she was here!” And then she told the reason.
“Poor Grace,” she said, “is crying, and Mamsie would know what to say to her.”
“She shouldn’t cry,” said Polly vexedly. “Dear me, I think it is the weakest thing after a person has done wrongly to cry over it.”