"I won"t forget," said Mrs. Henderson, again.
"Oh, and give the big handkerchief to my dear Mr. Beebe," said Phronsie, "please, Mrs. Henderson, to tie his throat up in, because, you know, he says it gets so cold when he goes out."
"I"ll remember every single thing," promised the parson"s wife. "Don"t you worry, children. Oh, how we hate to leave you, only we are going to see our boys. We really are, Polly!" And her eyes shone.
"Polly! Polly!" called Jasper.
"All off who aren"t going!" roared the order out again.
"Polly!" The little doctor seized one arm and Phronsie"s hand. "There now, here you are!" and whisked them off, amid "good-by--good-by"--and a flutter of handkerchiefs.
"And give my love to dear Grandma Bascom," piped Phronsie, on the wharf by old Mr. King"s side, as the big steamer slowly pushed from its moorings.