“Oh,—oh,—how fine!” exclaimed Percy and Van, while Ben cried, “It was Polly’s play; she thought it all out.”
“Well, they helped to act it,” said Polly; “and that was best”—
“Do go on,” begged the Whitney boys; and this time Jasper said, too, “Do go on, Polly.”
“Well, the play was ‘The Little White Rabbit and Mister Fox.’”
“Oh! oh!” exclaimed the Whitneys, while Jasper smiled approval. “Yes, Phronsie was to be the White Rabbit, you see; we’d got an old white bedspread Mamsie let us take for our plays; and we tied up two ends, so they stuck up high, and those made the ears; and when she was in it, and the paws all puckered up, she looked very nice, and”—
“And I was the White Rabbit, Jasper,” said Phronsie gravely, turning to him.
“I know, Pet,” he said, smiling at her; “so you were, to be sure,” as Polly hurried on.
“Well, Ben was Mister Fox, and he did look so funny,” cried Polly, bursting into a laugh, in which Joel and David joined in the remembrance. “You see, he had a big piece of an old fur rug that the minister’s wife gave him one day, to carry away, because the moths had got into it, and she didn’t want it any longer. And it made just a splendid bear, or a wolf, or a lion, only this time it was a fox”—
“Oh, that old fur rug was fine!” exploded Joel with sparkling eyes, breaking in. “And one time we”—but Ben pulling him down, Polly was allowed to go on.