"How many'd you have, Polly?" asked Joel, curiously, laying down
his hammer, and regarding her with the utmost anxiety.

"Oh, two hundred!" said Polly, decidedly. "I'd have two hundred,
all in a row!"

"Two hundred candles!" echoed Joel, in amazement. "My
whockety! what a lot!"

"Don't say such dreadful words, Joel," put in Polly, nervously,
stopping to pick up her spool of basting thread that was racing
away all by itself; "tisn't nice."

"Tisn't worse than to wish you'd got things you haven't," retorted
Joel. "I don't believe you'd light 'em all at once," he added,
incredulously.

"Yes, I would too!" replied Polly, reckessly; "two hundred of 'em,
if I had a chance; all at once, so there, Joey Pepper!"

"Oh," said little Davie, drawing a long sigh. "Why, 'twould be just
like heaven, Polly! but wouldn't it cost money, though!"

"I don't care," said Polly, giving a flounce in her chair, which
snapped another thread; "oh dear me! I didn't mean to, mammy;
well, I wouldn't care how much money it cost, we'd have as much
light as we wanted, for once; so!"