Fisher staggering along with a
big bundle in his arms, out of which was peering Phronsie's face.
Mother Fisher had turned too. "Oh, Adoniram!" was all she said, as
Polly sprang off to meet them.
"Give her to me," cried Tom Selwyn, of course reaching there first,
before either Polly or Jasper; and before Dr. Fisher quite knew how,
Phronsie was perched on the broad shoulder, and Tom was prancing up the
rocky path as easily as if a bird had lighted on his arm.
"She woke up, luckily," said little Dr. Fisher, "and she's bundled up
so there isn't a chance of her taking cold. Wife, this is grand!" He
gained her side, and drew her hand under the big shawl.
"You've come just in time," cried Polly, skipping around on her rock to
the imminent danger of falling on her nose, and varying the exercises
by cuddling Phronsie's toes, done up in a big bundle.
"I declare if Papa Fisher hasn't tied them up in one of the blankets,"
she announced merrily.
"A blanket is just as good as anything when the sunrise is waiting for
you," said the little doctor, coolly.
"Isn't it!" cried Polly, back at him, happily. "Oh--oh!"
Everybody echoed, "Oh-oh!" then stood hushed to silence. A rosy blush
spread from peak to peak, and all the shadows fell away. Everything
below, towns, villages, lakes, and forests, stood out in the clear cold
dawn, and at last the sun burst forth in all his glory.
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