“Most all plums,” said Joel, smacking his lips at the remembrance. “My! wasn’t it good, though!”
“And did Phronsie get her wish-bone?” asked little Dick anxiously.
“Why, how could she, when the black chicken ran away with it?” cried Polly.
[XVII.]
PHRONSIE PEPPER’S NEW SHOES.
“It was such hard work to make the fire burn that morning,” said Polly. “Something was the matter with the old stove worse than usual. The big cracks seemed bigger than ever, although Ben had stuffed them up with putty the week before, and”—
“What had he stuffed them up for?” demanded little Dick, plunging into the centre of the group.
“Hush!” said Van, laying a violent hand on his jacket, “do be still; you crowd so, and ask questions.”
“I don’t ‘crowd so and ask questions,’” said little Dick tartly; and he turned a very red face to Polly. “What did he do so for, Polly?”