King. "Now, Phronsie, I have found out--never mind how; little birds, you now, sometimes fly around telling people things they ought to know.
Well, I have discovered in some way that my little girl has too many children to care for."
Here Phronsie"s brown eyes became very wide.
"And when there are too many children in the nest, Phronsie, why, they have to go out into the world to try their fortunes and make other homes. Now there are so many poor little girls who haven"t any children, Phronsie. Think of that, dear; and you have so many."
Phronsie at this drew nearer and stole her hand into his.
"Now what is to be done about it?" asked the old gentleman, putting his other broad palm over her little one and holding it fast. "Hey, my pet?"
"Can"t we buy them some children?" asked Phronsie with warm interest.
"Oh, Grandpapa dear, do let us; I have money in my bank."
"Phronsie," said the old gentleman, going to the heart of the matter at once and lifting her to his lap, "I really think the time has come to give away some of your dolls. I really do, child."
Phronsie gave a start of incredulity and peered around at him.
"I really do. You are going abroad to be gone--well, we"ll say a year.
And your dolls would be so lonely without anything to do but to sit all day and think of their little mother. And there are so many children who would love them and make them happy." Now Mr. King"s white hair was very near the yellow waves floating over his shoulder, so that none but Phronsie"s ears caught the next words. "It"s right, Phronsie dear; I"d do it if I were you," he said in a low voice.
"Do you want it, Grandpapa?" asked Phronsie softly.
"I do, child; but not unless you are willing"--
"Then I do," declared Phronsie, sitting quite straight on his knee. And she gave a relieved sigh. "Oh, Grandpapa, if we only had the poor children now!" she exclaimed, dreadfully excited.
"Come, then." Old Mr. King set her on her feet. "Clear the way there, good people; we are going to find some poor children who are waiting for dolls," and he threw wide the door into a back pa.s.sage, and there, presided over by Jencks, and crowding for the first entrance, was a score of children with outstretched hands.
"Oh--oh!" exclaimed Phronsie with cheeks aflame.
"Please, he said we was to have dolls," cried one hungry-eyed girl, holding out both her hands. "I"ve never had one. Please give me one quick."
"Never had one?" echoed Phronsie, taking a step toward her.
"Only a piece, Miss, I found in a rag-barrel. Please give me one quick."
"She"s never had a doll--only a piece," repeated Phronsie, turning back to the family, unable to contain this information.
"Ask the others if they have had any," said Mr. King, leaning against a tall cabinet. "Try that girl there in a brown plaid dress."
"Have you ever had a doll?" asked Phronsie obediently, looking over at the girl indicated, and holding her breath for the answer.
At this, the girl in the brown plaid dress burst into tears, which so distressed Phronsie that she nearly cried.
"Yes, but it died," said the girl after a little.
"Oh, Grandpapa, her doll died!" exclaimed Phronsie in horror.
"No, it didn"t, Jane," corrected another girl, "the dog et it; you know he did."
"Yes, I know," said Jane, between small sobs, "it died, and we couldn"t have any fun"ral, "cause the dog had et it."
"Well, now, Phronsie," exclaimed Mr. King, getting away from the support of the cabinet, "I think it"s time that we should make some of these children happy. Don"t you want to take them up to the playroom and distribute the dolls?"
"No, no," protested Phronsie suddenly. "I must go up and tell my children. They will understand it better then, Grandpapa. I"ll be back in a very few minutes," and going out she went quickly upstairs, and after a while returned with both arms full.
"This doll is for you," she said gravely, putting a doll attired in a wonderful pink satin costume into Jane"s arms. "I"ve told her about your dog, and she"s a little frightened, so please be careful."
"What"s the fun down there now?" asked Joel of Van, who with Percy could not be persuaded to leave his bedside a moment, "open the door, do, and let"s hear it."
So Van threw wide the door.
"Go out and listen, Percy, will you?" he said.
"I don"t want to," said Percy, who shared Van"s wish to keep in the background.
"You two fellows act like m.u.f.fs," said Joel. "Now if you want me to get well, go out, do, and tell me what the fun is going on down there."
So persuaded, the two boys stole out into the hall in time to see Phronsie go down the stairs with her armful, and carefully using their ears they soon rushed back with "Phronsie"s giving away her dolls!"
"Stuff and nonsense!" exclaimed Joel, "if you can"t bring back anything better than that yarn, you might as well stay here."
"But I tell you it"s true," declared Van, "isn"t it, Percy?"
"Yes, it is," said Percy. "I heard her distinctly say, "This doll is for you"--and she had her arms full, so I suppose she"s going to give those away too"--
"A likely story," said Joel, bursting into a laugh. At the noise up in the boys" room, Mother Fisher ran quickly over the stairs.
"Oh, boys! what is it? Joel, are you worse?"
"No, indeed," said Joel, "I was laughing. Percy and Van have been telling such a big story. Mamsie, they actually said that Phronsie was giving away her dolls."
"Is that all?" cried Mrs. Fisher in relief. "Well, so she is, Joel."
"PHRONSIE GIVING AWAY HER DOLLS, MAMSIE?" screamed Joel. "Why, what does Grandpapa say?"
"He"s the very one that proposed it," said Mrs. Fisher. "There, Joey, don"t get excited, for I don"t know what the doctor will say," as Joel sank back on his pillow, overcome by this last piece of news.
When Phronsie went to bed that night she clasped Mr. King"s new gift to her breast.
"Grandpapa, dear," she said confidingly as they went up the stairs together, "do you know I really think more of this doll, now that the others are gone? Really I do, Grandpapa, and I can take better care of her, because I shall have more time."
"So you will, dear," a.s.sented Mr. King. "Well, Phronsie, I think you and I, dear, haven"t made a bad day"s work."
"I think my children will be happy," said Phronsie with a small sigh, "because you see it"s so nice to make good times for their new mothers.
And, Grandpapa, I couldn"t play with each one more than once a week. I used to try to, but I couldn"t, Grandpapa."
"Why didn"t you tell me, Phronsie," asked the old gentleman a bit reproachfully as they reached the top step, "how it was, dear? You should have given them away long ago."