"I don't know, ma'am," said Polly; "please tell us."

"Well, they were all fighting over a grasshopper--yes, ten of them."

"Which one got it?" asked Polly in intense interest; "oh! I hope the
white one did!"

"Well, he looked as much like winning as any of them," said the
lady, laughing.

"Bless her!" thought Mrs. Pepper to herself out in the kitchen,
finishing the sack Polly had left; "she's a parson's wife, I say!"

And then the minister came down from Ben's room, and went into
the bedroom; and Mrs. Henderson went up-stairs into the loft.

"So," he said kindly, as after patting Phronsie's head he came over
and sat down by Polly, "this is the little girl who came to see me
when I was sick."

"Oh, sir," said Polly, "I'm so glad you wasn't!"

"Well, when I come again," said Mr. Henderson, rising after a
merry chat, "I see I shall have to slip a book into my pocket, and
read for those poor eyes."

"Oh, thank you!" cried Polly; and then she stopped and blushed.

"Well, what is it?" asked the minister, encouragingly.