Now, then, one, two,
three, and away!"
She seized a small hand in each of her own, and away they sped. None too
soon, for Jasper was just skipping down to meet them with the announcement
that sister Marion was getting into the carriage; and there on the steps
was Mrs. Fisher, with Phronsie's hat in her hand.
"Get in, young man," said Jasper, cramming Dick's cap on his head, and he
bundled him in unceremoniously, then hopped after himself.
"I'm going to buy my little girl something," announced Phronsie, looking
back where Mamsie still stood upon the step.
"Yes, yes," she said smilingly, as Thomas started up the horses.
"Wait, wait," cried Phronsie, in a tone of great distress, and she leaned
out toward Mamsie.
"What is it, child?" said Mrs. Fisher.
And, "Wait a bit, Thomas," called Jasper.
"What's the matter, Phronsie?" asked Polly, leaning over from the opposite
seat, where she was ensconced with Mrs. Whitney.
"I want my little purse," said Phronsie, looking down at her empty hands,
then up at her in grave reproach.
"Oh, Phronsie, you can take some of my money," began Polly. "We needn't
wait for that, need we, Mamsie?" she cried, wrinkling up her forehead
impatiently.
"I want my own little purse," said Phronsie decidedly.
"Yes, Mamsie will get it," said Mrs. Fisher; "that is, if Mrs. Whitney can
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