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"And the washing the dishes and things up afterward," said Jasper,
reflecting; "I think I liked that just as well as the baking, Polly."
"It was good fun," said Polly; "and how funny you looked with one of
Mamsie's aprons tied round under your chin, Jasper."
"I know it," said Jasper, bursting into a laugh. "I must have looked
like--I don't know what. But it was good fun, Polly."
And then Phronsie came running up, and after her came Grandpapa to see
that she got there all right.
"Oh, Polly, do you see the windmills?" she cried, clapping her small
hands.
"Yes, Pet," said Polly, looking all along the soft curves of the shore,
"there are hundreds of them, aren't there?"
"There was a girl coming out of the door of one of them," announced
Phronsie, climbing up on the seat and putting her arm around Polly's
neck. "Polly, I'd like to live in a windmill; I would," she whispered
close to her ear.
"Would you, Pet?"
"Yes, I would truly," she said. "Why couldn't I, Polly, just like that
girl I saw coming out of the door?" she asked, looking back wistfully.
"Well, that girl never had a little brown house to live in," said
Polly; "think of that, Phronsie."
XIII
"THE CLEANEST PLACE IN ALL HOLLAND"
"Oh, Polly, see the cunning little doll-houses!" exclaimed Phronsie in
a little scream, flying about from Grandpapa at the head of his party
on their way up from the boat-landing, and then back to the rear of the
procession, which happened to be Polly and Jasper.
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