"Well, now then, you"ve a piece of work on your hands about the biggest you ever did yet, Polly Pepper!" cried Jasper, "to make things comfortable in this house. I shall be just as cross as can be imagined, to begin with."
"You cross!" cried Polly.
"Cross as a bear; Marian will fight against the prevailing ill wind, but it will finally blow her down to a state of depression where her best friend wouldn"t recognize her, and"--
"You don"t mention me, my boy," said Mr. King dryly.
Jasper looked into his father"s eyes, and they both laughed.
"And if you, Polly Pepper, don"t keep things bright, why, we shall all go to the dogs," said the old gentleman, sobering down. "So mind you do, and we"ll try to bear Cousin Algernon"s relict."
"I will," said Polly stoutly, though "relict" sounded very dreadful to begin with.
"Give us your hand, then," said Jasper"s father, putting out his palm.
"There!" releasing it, "now I"m much more comfortable about matters."
"And give me your hand, Polly," cried Jasper, his own brown hand flying to meet hers. "There! and now I"m comfortable too! So it"s a compact, and a sure one!"
"And I want to give my hand," cried Phronsie, very much aggrieved.
"Here, Jasper."
"Bless my soul, so you must!" cried old Mr. King; "to think we didn"t ask you first. There--and there!"
"And, Phronsie darling," cried Polly in a rapture, "you must promise with me, after you have with the others. I couldn"t ever get along in all this world without that."
So the ceremony of sealing the compact having been observed with great gravity, Phronsie drew a long breath, and now felt that the "poor lady"
might come down at any time to find all things prepared for her.
"Now tell our plan," cried Jasper to Polly, "and put this disagreeable business out of our heads. It"s a fine one," he added to his father.
"Of course it is," cried the old gentleman.
"Well, you know Joel and Davie and Van and Percy are coming home from school next week for the Christmas holidays," began Polly, trying to still the wild beating of her heart.
"Bless me! so they are," said Mr. King. "How time flies, to be sure!
Well, go on, Polly."
"And we ought to do something to celebrate," said Polly, "at least don"t you think so?" she asked anxiously, looking up in his face.
"To be sure I do," cried the old gentleman heartily. "Well, what would you do, Polly child, to show the youngsters we"re proud of them, and glad to get them back--hey?"
"We want to get up a little play," said Polly, "Jasper and I, and act it."
"And have music," cried Jasper. "Polly shall play on the piano. The boys will be so delighted to see how she has improved."
"And Jasper will play too," cried Polly eagerly. "Oh, Jasper! will you play that concerto, the one you played when Mary Gibbs was here at tea last week? Do, Jasper, do."
"That nearly floored me," said Jasper.
"No; you said it was Mary"s watching you like a lynx--you know you did," said Polly, laughing merrily.
"Never mind," said the old gentleman. "What next, Polly? The play is all right."
"I should think it was," cried Jasper. "It"s the Three Dragons, and the Princess Clotilde."
"Oh, my goodness," exclaimed Mr. King, "What a play for Christmas Eve!"
"Well, you"ll say it"s a splendid hit!" cried Jasper, "when you see it from the private box we are going to give you."
"So you are intending to honor me, are you?" cried his father, vastly pleased to find himself as ever, the central figure in their plans.
"Well, well, I dare say it will all be as fine as can be to welcome these young scapegraces home. What next, Polly?"
"It must be kept a perfect surprise," cried Polly, clasping her hands while the color flew over her face. "No one must even whisper it to each other, the day before Christmas when the boys get here, for Joel is so very dreadful whenever there is a secret."
"His capacity certainly is good," said Mr. King dryly. "We will all be very careful."
"And Phronsie is to be Princess Clotilde," cried Jasper, seizing her suddenly, to prance around the room, just like old times.
"Oh, Jasper! I"m eight years old," she cried, struggling to free herself.
"Nonsense! What of it--you are the baby of this household." But he set her on her feet nevertheless, one hand still patting the soft yellow waves over her brow. "Go on, Polly, do, and lay the whole magnificence before father. He will be quite overcome."
"That would be disastrous," said Mr. King; "better save your effects till the grand affair comes off."
"Jasper is to be one of the dragons," announced Polly, quite in her element, "that is, the head dragon; Ben is to be another, and we haven"t quite decided whether to ask Archy Hurd or Clare to take the third one."
"Clare has the most "go" in him," said Jasper critically.
"Then I think we"ll decide now to ask him," said Polly, "don"t you, Jasper?"
"A dragon without "go" in him would be most undesirable, I should fancy. Well, what next do you propose to do, Polly?" asked Mr. King.
"Now that we know that you will allow us to have it," cried Polly in a rapture, "why, we can think up splendid things. We"ve only the play written so far, sir."
"Polly wrote the most," said Jasper.
"Oh, no, Jasper! I only put in the bits," said Polly. "He planned it?--every single bit, Jasper did."
"Well, she thought up the dragons, and the cave, and"?--
"Oh! that was easy enough," said Polly, guilty of interrupting, "because you see something has to carry off the Princess Clotilde."
"Oh, now! you are not going to frighten my little girl," cried Mr.
King. "I protest against the whole thing if you do," and he put out his hand. "Come, Phronsie," when, as of old, she hurried to his side obediently.
"Oh! we are going to show her the boys, and how we dress them up just like dragons," cried Polly, "and while they are prancing around and slashing their tails at rehearsal, I"m going to keep saying, "That"s nothing but Jasper and Ben and Clare, you know, Phronsie," till I get her accustomed to them. You won"t be frightened, will you, pet, at those dear, sweet old dragons?" she ended, and getting on her knees, she looked imploringly into Phronsie"s brown eyes.
"N--no," said Phronsie, slowly, "not if they are really Jasper and Ben and Clare."