[The birds and the silly little brook.]
Phronsie clapped her hands and shouted in glee.
“‘Don’t stop again,’ screamed every one of those Robin Redbreasts after her, ‘but go on—and on—and on.’”
“Pol—ly!” called Mamsie over the stairs—and “Phron—sie! it’s time to go down town to buy your shoes.”
[XXVI.]
DOWN IN THE ORCHARD.
“It was such a comfort to have an orchard,” said Polly, clasping her hands in delight at the remembrance. “You can’t think; and we used to have such fun out there when the work was done up”—
“How many trees were there?” asked Percy, with an eye for details.