gravely, getting down from her high chair to watch the operation
of cleaning the floor.

"Oh, yes," said Polly, cheerfully, "lots and lots--when our ship
comes in."

"What'll they be?" asked Phronsie, in the greatest delight, prepared
for anything.

"Oh, I don't know," said Polly; "ice cream for one thing, Phronsie,
and maybe, little cakes."

"With pink on top?" interrupted Phronsie, getting down by Polly's
side.

"Oh, yes," said Polly, warming with her subject; "ever and ever so
much pink, Phronsie Pepper; more than you could eat!"

Phronsie just clasped her hands and sighed. More than she could
eat was beyond her!

"Hohi" said Joel, who caught the imaginary bill of fare, "that's
nothing, Polly. I'd speak for a plum-puddin'."

"Like the one mother made us for Thanksgiving?" asked Polly,
getting up and waiting a minute, cloth in hand, for the answer.

"Yes, sir," said Joel, shutting one eye and looking up at the ceiling,
musingly, while he smacked his lips in remembrance; "wasn't that
prime, though!"