"Oh, Phronsie, I don't believe you know what you're dancing for," cried Ben with a laugh, and seizing her as the bustle died down a bit.
"Yes, I do, Bensie," said Phronsie, struggling to get down to dance again.
"Well, what is it then?"
"Joel and Davie said 'O-oh' and 'Goody'!" hummed Phronsie, beginning to dance harder than ever.
"I thought so," laughed Ben.
"Don't tease her," begged Polly, coming up.
"Polly, I wish you were going too," said Ben, suddenly, who couldn't help saying it.
"Dear me, I couldn't go and leave all the work, Ben," exclaimed Polly, "even if Mr. Tisbett had asked me."
"Well, I wish you could go, all the same," sighed Ben.
Polly shook her head, and clapped her hands at Phronsie, and tried to forget what Ben had said. But it stayed there, deep in her heart, nevertheless.