King. And
he, supposing from the merry chatter that Phronsie was in the midst of
it, concluded it best not to interrupt their fun, even if he could make
them hear.
"Your father made me come, Polly," said Mrs. Fisher, coming up between
the two boys. "But I'd so much rather that he saw it." And her downcast
face looked so very much like Polly, that Jasper thought matters hadn't
bettered themselves any.
"But, Mamsie," said Polly, creeping up to her with all the comfort she
could, "it makes him happy, just as it made you happy to have me go."
"I know it," said Mother Fisher, with a sigh, "but he has so few
pleasures, Polly, and he works so hard." And her gaze wandered off to
the distant clouds, slowly beginning to break away.
Polly held her breath as they waited and looked, although her heart was
sad when the wee little streak of light began to come over in the east.
"Isn't that just beautiful!" exclaimed Jasper, trying to enjoy it as
much as he had expected; "see, Polly, the stars seem going out--daylight's
coming!"
"I know," said Polly, "so it is." Sure enough, a little strip of gold
touched up the leaden sky, and spread slowly.
"See, it's turning pink." Mrs. Selwyn's plain, quiet face glowed. "See,
Polly, look at that peak bathed in colour."
Just then a little voice said, "Oh, isn't that beautiful!" And whirling
around on her rock, Polly saw little Dr.
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