[She crept into Polly’s lap, and put her little hand up on her neck.]
“Well, nobody knew,” said Polly, stopping only long enough to give Phronsie a hug and ever so many kisses. “And then, what do you think, children, they found had happened to the pink and white sticks?”
At this there was great excitement, the children protesting they couldn’t guess, and wouldn’t Polly hurry and tell them? So she dashed along,—
“Well, Mr. Periwinkle said he was going to sit up that night and watch, and Mrs. Periwinkle said she was going to, and all the little Periwinkleses said they were going to do the same thing. So nobody went to bed at all.”
“Oh, dear me!” said David.
“Didn’t the littlest little Peri—what is it, Polly?” asked Phronsie in a troubled way.
“Periwinkleses,” said Polly.
“Yes, didn’t the very littlest get into the trundle-bed?” asked Phronsie.
“No, not even the littlest of the Periwinkleses,” said Polly. “She was the baby; and she sat up in Mrs. Periwinkle’s lap.”