“But we didn’t tell, did we, Dave?” said Joel, chuckling at the remembrance.
“No,” said little David; “but I wanted to, when Polly kept trying to find out.”
“And did you know?” cried Van, turning on him.
“Of course we did,” said Joel, puffing with importance; “we knew every single bit of it all, because we were sitting on our stone chairs, and we saw it all. Only Polly thought because we didn’t tell, that they’d been put there before—while we were all at Mister Fox’s hole. But we could keep a secret, couldn’t we, Dave?”
“Yes,” said little Davie slowly.
“It never entered our heads that you could keep still if you knew it, Joe,” said Ben.
“Well, who did put them there?” demanded Van, bursting with impatience.
“Why, our good, dearest, and loveliest Dr. Fisher,” said Polly with glowing cheeks; “Papa Fisher—only he wasn’t Papa Fisher, then; he was just Dr. Fisher. Why, here he comes now!”