"Settin' down?" said she; "I hope your cake ain't in, Polly," looking
anxiously at the stove, "for I've found it;" and she waved a small
piece of paper triumphantly towards the rocking-chair as she
spoke.

"Do tell her," said Polly to little David, "what's happened; for I
can't get up."

So little Davie went up to the old lady, and standing on tiptoe,
screamed into her ear all the particulars he could think of,
concerning the accident that had just happened.

"Hey?" said grandma, in a perfect bewilderment; "what's he
a-sayin', Polly--I can't make it out."

"You'll have to go all over it again, David," said Polly,
despairingly; "she didn't hear one word, I don't believe."

So David tried again; this time with better success. And then he
got down from his tiptoes, and escorted grandma to Phronsie, in
flushed triumph.

"Land alive!" said the old lady, sitting down in the chair which he
brought her; "you got pounded, did you?" looking at Phronsie, as
she took the little foot in her ample hand.

"Yes'm," said Polly, quickly; "twasn't any one's fault; what'll we do
for it, grandma?"