CHAPTER XXI. POLLY TRIES TO HELP JASPER
CHAPTER XXII. MR. KING AND POLLY
CHAPTER XXIII. THAT SETTLES MANY THINGS
CHAPTER XXIV. HOME!

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"Well, Amy child, how can I help you?"
"Why, Polly Pepper, what do you mean?"
"Baby ought to have a Christmas tree," said Phronsie slowly
"Oh!" said Jack Loughead. Then he tapped his boot with his walking stick
"Joel's gone," panted Phronsie, flying back
Joel swinging a big box, rushed into Dunraven Hall
"And did we," cried Phronsie, "find it out, Polly, and spoil it all?"
"Will you?" asked Phronsie, looking down into their faces
"We don't know how to tell it, Grandpapa"
"Now do set us to work, Joel"
"Oh, you don't know how I miss those boys!"
"And please make dear papa give her the right things"
Charlotte, standing composedly in one corner of the hall
Alexia coolly read on, one arm around Polly
"My dear Alexia," cried Miss Salisbury, quite softened, "don't feel so"
"I'll not sing a note!"
"For shame, Polly, if the Little Brown House teachings are forgotten
like this"
Polly turned and waved her music-roll at them
"I'm not going to lecture you"
"Don't stop me," cried Pickering crossly
"I'm going home," declared Charlotte
"What do you say?" cried Polly