"But Mamsie said when we started I should get my stamps when I needed them," said Polly. "You know she did, Jasper."
"Yes, she did," said Jasper, uncomfortably. Then his face brightened, and he said, "And she"s right, Polly," while Polly fished a franc out of Joel"s little money-bag that hung at her belt. "Do get the stamps, please, Jasper, and put them on," as he took up her two letters. And she gave the bag a little pat for Joel"s sake, wishing it was his stubby black hair that her fingers could touch.
"Dear me, you are dreadfully particular about taking two postage stamps, seems to me," said Adela, who had taken that time, as she hadn"t any letters to write, to work up one of her studies from memory of the Visp.
Tom"s blue eyes flashed dangerously, then he cleared his throat, whistled, and walked to the window.
"I don"t know where we are going to get nice white paper for our "Round Robin,"" said Polly, leaning her elbows on the table, and her chin in her hands.
"I know!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Tom, whirling on his heel, and dashing out. In he came, swinging three or four goodly sheets. "Filched "em out of the old woman"s room," he said.
"Oh, Tom!" began Polly.
"I mean, the housekeeper--matron--conciergerie--whatever you call the gentle lady who runs this house--was fortunately at our desk where she has the pleasure of making up our bills, and I worked on her feelings till she parted with "em," explained Tom.
"Oh!" said Polly; "well, I"m glad she gave them."
"Never you fear but what they"ll be in our bills, Polly," said Tom, who couldn"t believe by this time that he hadn"t always known Polly Pepper.
"It"s dreadfully thin paper," said Adela, critically, getting off from the sofa to pick at one corner of the sheet Polly was beginning to divide.
"I"m glad we have any," hummed Polly, happily.
"Thank your stars you have," said Tom, as gaily. And Jasper running in, the table was soon surrounded by the makers of the Round Robin, Adela deserting her sketch-book and pulling up a chair.
"And Phronsie must come," said Polly, snipping away to get the paper the right width. "O dear me, I can"t cut it straight. Do you please finish it, Jasper."
"That"s all right," said Jasper, squinting at it critically, "only--just this edge wants a little bit of tr.i.m.m.i.n.g, Polly." And he snipped off the offending points.
"I"ll fetch Phronsie," cried Tom, springing off.
"And hurry," cried Polly and Jasper, together, after him.
"Polly," said Phronsie, as Tom came careering in with her on his shoulder. "I want to write, too, I do," she cried, very much excited.
"Of course, you shall, Pet. That"s just what we want you for," cried Polly, clearing a place on the table; "there, do pull up a chair, Jasper."
"Now, Phronsie, I think you would better begin, for you are the littlest," and she flapped the long strip down in front of her.
"Oh, Polly, you begin," begged Tom.
"No, I think Phronsie ought to," said Polly, shaking her head.
"I want Polly to," said Phronsie, wriggling away from the pen that Polly held out alluringly.
"But Polly wants you to," said Jasper. "I really would, Phronsie dear, to please her."
To please Polly, being what Phronsie longed for next to pleasing Mamsie, she gave a small sigh and took the pen in unsteady fingers.
"Wait a minute, Phronsie!" exclaimed Polly, in dismay, "I believe we"ve made a mistake, Jasper, and got the wrong sheet." And Polly turned off with him to examine the rest of the paper.
Phronsie, who hadn"t heard what Polly said, her small head being full of the responsibility of beginning the important letter, and considering, since it was to be done, it was best to have it over with as soon as possible, fell to scribbling the letters as fast as she could, all of them running down hill.
"Well, I"m glad to see that we haven"t made any mistake," cried Polly, turning back in relief. "Oh, Phronsie, you haven"t begun!"
She spoke so sharply that Phronsie started, and a little drop of ink trembling on the point of her pen concluded to hop off. So it did and jumped down on the clean white paper to stare up at them all like a very bad black eye.
"Oh, see what she"s written!" cried Polly, quite aghast, and tumbling into her chair, she pointed at the top.
"Deer Mister Erl," scrawled clear across the top.
"I didn"t--mean--oh, you said do it, Polly." Phronsie threw herself out of her chair, and over into Polly"s lap, burrowing and wailing piteously.
"O dear me, how could I say anything?" cried Polly, overcome with remorse and patting Phronsie"s yellow hair; "but it is so very dreadful. O dear me! Phronsie, there, there, don"t cry. O dear me!"
Tom"s mouth trembled. "It"s all right. Granddaddy"ll like it," he said.
"Oh, Tom Selwyn," gasped Polly, looking up over Phronsie"s head, "you don"t suppose we"d let that letter go."
"I would," said Tom, coolly, running his hands in his pockets. "I tell you, you don"t know my granddaddy. He"s got lots of fun in him," he added.
"Phronsie," said Jasper, rushing around the table, "you are making Polly sick. Just look at her face."
Phronsie lifted her head where she had burrowed it under Polly"s arm.
When she saw that Polly"s round cheeks were really quite pale, she stopped crying at once. "Are you sick, Polly?" she asked, in great concern.
"I sha"n"t be," said Polly, "if you won"t cry any more, Phronsie."
"I won"t cry any more," declared Phronsie, wiping off the last tear trailing down her nose. "Then you will be all well, Polly?"
"Then I shall be all as well as ever," said Polly, kissing the wet little face.
When they got ready to begin on the letter again, it was nowhere to be found, and Tom had disappeared as well.
"He took it out," said Adela, for the first time finding her tongue. "I saw him while you were all talking."
While they were wondering over this and were plunged further yet in dismay, Tom came dancing in, waving the unlucky sheet of the Round Robin over his head. "My mother says," he announced in triumph, "that father will get no end of fun over that if you let it go. It will cheer him up."
So that ended the matter, although Polly, who dearly loved to be elegant, had many a twinge whenever her eye fell on the letter at which Phronsie was now labouring afresh.
"We must put in little pictures," said Polly, trying to make herself cheery as the work went busily on.
"Polly, you always do think of the best things!" exclaimed Jasper, beaming at her, which made her try harder than ever to smile. "I wouldn"t feel so badly, Polly," he managed to whisper, when Phronsie was absorbed with her work; "he"ll like it probably just as father did the gingerbread boy."
"But that was different," groaned Polly.
"Pictures!" Tom Selwyn was saying, "oh, there"s where I can come in fine with a.s.sistance. I"m no good in a letter." And again he rushed from the room.