[XXIV. HOW JOEL STARTED THE FIRE]
[XXV. JOEL SELLS SHOES FOR MR. BEEBE]
[XXVI. Miss PARROTT'S COACH AND THE COASTING]
[XXVII. PRINCES AND PRINCESSES]
[I]
JOEL AND THE SNAKE
"Come on, Dave!"
It was Joel's voice, and Polly pricked up her ears. "'Tisn't going to hurt you. Hoh! you're a 'fraid-cat--old 'fraid-cat!"
"No, I'm not 'fraid-cat," declared little Davie, trying to speak stoutly; "I'm coming, Joel," and his little rusty shoes pattered unevenly down the rickety board walk.
"Jo-el!" called Polly, thinking it quite time now to interfere.