As for Adela,
he let her severely alone.
"Don't know," said Jasper, "but we'll soon find out," and they did, by
Phronsie's flying away from Polly and skipping down over the rocks to
meet them.
"Oh, Jasper, Polly's telling how we would sail on that beautiful
cloud," announced Phronsie, her yellow hair flying from her face as she
sped along, heedless of her steps.
"Take care or you'll fall," warned Jasper. "See, your mother is looking
worried." And, truth to tell, Mrs. Fisher, on a point of rocks a little
way off with the others, was getting a bit alarmed as she saw the
progress of her baby.
"I'll take care," said Phronsie, sobering down at thought of Mamsie's
being troubled, and beginning to pick her way carefully. And Jasper
gathered up her fingers in his, thinking of the time when she toiled up
and down the long stairway, when she first came to what was now her
home, blessed thought! and Polly and he sat down at the foot to watch
her.
"And so Polly and you are going to try sailing on that cloud there,"
said Jasper, squinting up at the brilliant sky.
"We aren't really going, Jasper," said Phronsie, shaking her head,
soberly, "because you see we can't. But Polly's pretending it all; and
we're to sit on the edge and swing our feet. And Adela is going to make
a picture of us."
"Whew!" whistled Jasper. "And I say, Polly,"--for now they had
scrambled up to the two girls,--"isn't there room for us on that cloud
too?" While Tom kicked pebbles, and wished he knew how to talk to
girls.
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