And just after luncheon, for they must start early in order to have a good
long afternoon at Miss Mary's, Polly and Phronsie set forth, the new little
bag hanging from Phronsie's arm. Jasper went with them as far as the
corner, where he turned off to go to Jack Rutherford's, for the boys were
to meet there to write letters for the post office. They had promised to be
there bright and early.
"Oh, Jasper, it was so good of you to draw that dear bunch of violets for
Clem," said Polly for about the fiftieth time; "it was too sweet for
anything."
"Too sweet for anything," hummed Phronsie, all her eyes on her bag,
dangling as she walked.
"Take care, you came near falling on your nose, Phronsie." Jasper put out a
warning hand.
"I think it's so nice there's a pink stripe in it, Polly," said Phronsie,
patting her bag affectionately.
"Yes, isn't it, Pet!" cried Polly, glad she hadn't snipped up that very
ribbon for little sachet bags. "And the green stripe, too, is pretty,
Phronsie."
"It's pretty," cooed Phronsie, "and my cushion-pin is inside, Japser," she
announced.
"Is it really?" said Jasper.
"Yes, it is really and truly, Japser, and I'm going to work on it," she
added, with a very important air.
"You don't say so, Pet!" he cried. "Why, you are going to a working bee
just the same as the big girls, aren't you?"
"I'm very big," said Phronsie, stepping so high she nearly fell into a
mud-puddle.
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