"
"Oh, I'll help you," cried Dick, "wash up the dishes," and he turned his
back on the cupboard. "Where's another towel?"
"You mustn't break them," said Phronsie gravely, handing him another small
portion of cloth, "because you see they're _very_ nice dishes"--and
she went back to her own polishing.
"I won't break them," promised little Dick, beginning on an acorn saucer.
"Chil--dren"--it was Polly's voice--"oh, where are you?" They could hear
her as she sped over the terrace.
Down went the little dish-towels, and over went all the cups and saucers,
for Dickie's foot knocked off what Phronsie spared, as both the small
housekeepers rushed tumultuously out.
"Oh, here we are, Polly," they cried.
"Well, you must come at once if you want to go down to Candace's," she
announced, standing on the terrace-top, her cheeks quite rosy for her run
after them. "Auntie is going to take Jasper and me down to get some things
for Rachel. Do you want to go too?"
Didn't they! Polly laughed to see them clamber along the green bank, and
she put out her hands and drew them up.
"I shall buy Rachel something," announced Phronsie, smoothing down her pink
frock with great decision, as they reached the top.
"And so shall I," cried little Dick, bobbing his head; "I shall get her the
very nicest thing that Candace has."
"Well, now, children, we must hurry," said Polly, as they all ran along,
"because you know we ought not to keep Auntie waiting.
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