"And now I'm going to look
at the sunset in the right way, I hope. Isn't it beautiful, child?"
"Polly," declared Phronsie, suddenly wriggling away from Polly's arm,
to stand in front of her with a beaming face, "I think it's just as
beautiful as it can be up top here. I can see right in between that red
cloud and that little pink teenty one. And I wish I could just go in,
Polly."
"Wouldn't it be nice?" echoed Polly, enthusiastically.
"What?" asked Adela, hurrying up from a point of rocks below, where she
had been sketching.
"Oh, to go in between those clouds there and see it all," said Polly.
"Dear me!" exclaimed Adela, "I shouldn't like it. I'd much rather stay
down here, and sketch it."
"We could go sailing off, oh, ever so far," said Polly, swinging her
arms to suit the action to the words. "And you'd be stuck to your rock
here, Adela; while, Phronsie, you and I would sit on the edge of a
cloud, and let our feet hang over; and oh, Adela, you could sketch us
then as we went sailing by."
"How that would look!" exclaimed Adela, with such a face that Polly
burst out into a merry laugh, and Phronsie, joining with her little
crow of delight and clapping her hands at the idea of such fun, brought
pretty much the whole party around them.
"What's up?" cried Tom to Jasper, on the way to the girls with some
fear, for he didn't dare even yet to talk much to Polly.
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