"She beat me twice."
"You don't say so," exclaimed Mr. King. "Well, that's doing pretty
well, Adela, to get ahead of the English lad. But you don't stand much
of a chance this time; Tom's got the game, sure." And so it proved in
less time than it takes to write it.
And then everybody said "good night" to everybody else; for the Alpine
horn would sound at the earliest dawn to waken the sleepers to see the
sunrise.
"Mamsie," cried Polly, raising her head suddenly as she cuddled into
bed, "supposing we shouldn't hear that horn--just supposing it! Oh,
can't I stay awake? Do let me, Mamsie."
"Your Grandfather has made arrangements for us all to be called," said
Mrs. Fisher, "so we won't have to depend on the horn, and now you must
go to sleep just as fast as ever you can. Then you'll be as bright as a
button in the morning, Polly."
"Mamsie," said Polly, "I don't think Grandpapa has kept from doing
anything he could to make us happy, do you, Mamsie? not a single
thing."
"No," said Mother Fisher, "I don't, Polly."
XXII
POLLY TRIES TO HELP
"Mamsie, what shall we do?" Polly clasped her hands in despair, and
looked down on Phronsie, sleeping away as if she meant to take her own
time to wake up, regardless of sunrise on the Rigi. "O dear me, and she
went to bed so early last night on purpose."
"You go right along, Polly," said Mother Fisher. "Put on your golf cape
over your jacket, child, it's dreadfully cold out there.
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