Ben's and his own share.

"Do tell us, Joey," implored Polly; "mother's waiting."

"Well," said Joel, his mouth half full, "I waited--and he said the
coat was all right;--and---and--Mrs. Peters said 'twas all right;--and
Mirandy Peters said 'twas all right; but they didn't any of 'em say
anythin' about payin', so I didn't think 'twas all right--and--and--
can't I have some more butter, Polly?"

"No," said Polly, sorry to refuse him, he'd been so good about the
money; "the butter's got to be saved for Ben and Phronsie."

"Oh," said Joe, "I wish Miss Henderson would send us some more,
I do! I think she might!"

"For shame, Joe," said Mrs. Pepper; "she was very good to send
this, I think; now what else did you say?" she asked.

"Well," said Joel, taking another mouthful of bread, "so I waited;
you told me to, mother, you know--and they all went to work; and
they didn't mind me at all, and--there wasn't anything to look at, so
I sat--and sat--Polly, can't I have some gingerbread?"

"No," said Polly, "it's all gone; I gave the last piece to Phronsie the
day she was taken sick."

"Oh, dear," said Joel, "everything's gone."

"Well, do go on, Joe, do."