things to eat; oh, my!" and he closed one eye and smacked his lips
in the delightful memory.

"I know it," said Polly, "and I'm so glad, Joel."

"I don't suppose I'll ever get so many again," observed Joel,
reflectively, after a minute's pause, as one and another of the
wondrous delicacies rose before his mind's eye; "not unless I have
the measles again--say, Polly, can't I have 'em again?"

"Mercy, no!" cried Polly, in intense alarm, "I hope not."

"Well, I don't," said Joel, "I wish I could have 'em sixty--no--two
hundred times, so there!"

"Well, mammy couldn't take care of you," said Ben; "you don't
know what you're sayin', Joe."

"Well, then, I wish I could have the things without the measles,"
said Joel, willing to accommodate; "only folks won't send 'em," he
added, in an injured tone.

"Polly's had the hardest time of all," said her mother, affectionately
patting the bandage.

"I think so too," put in Ben; "if my eyes were hurt I'd give up.',

"So would I," said David; and Joel, to be in the fashion, cried also,
"I know I would;" while little Phronsie squeezed up to Polly's side,
"And I, too."