Polly's laugh suddenly died away and her face fell. "Jasper, you don't
know," she said, "how I do want to see those boys."

"I know," said Jasper, sympathisingly, "but you'll get a letter, you
know, most as soon as we reach port, for they were going to mail it
before we left."

"And I have one every day in my mail-bag," said Polly, "but I want to
_see_ them so, Jasper, I don't know what to do." She went up to
the rail at a remove from the Griswolds and leaned over it.

"Polly," said Jasper, taking her hand, "you know your mother will feel
dreadfully if she knows you are worrying about it."

"I know it," said Polly, bravely, raising her head; "and I won't--why
Jasper Elyot King!" for then she saw Grandpapa and Phronsie and the
steerage baby.

Jasper gave a halloo, and waved his hand, and Polly danced up and down
and called, and waved her hands too. And Phronsie gave a little crow of
delight. "See, Grandpapa, there they are; I want Polly--and Jasper,
too." And old Mr. King whirled around. "O dear me! Come down, both of
you," which command it did not take them long to obey.

"Well, I never did in all my life," ejaculated Mrs. Griswold, "see
anything like that. Now if some people"--she didn't say "we"--"should
do anything like that, 'twould be dreadfully erratic and queer. But
those Kings can do anything," she added, with venom.