"We must put in little pictures," said Polly, trying to make herself
cheery as the work went busily on.
"Polly, you always do think of the best things!" exclaimed Jasper,
beaming at her, which made her try harder than ever to smile. "I
wouldn't feel so badly, Polly," he managed to whisper, when Phronsie
was absorbed with her work; "he'll like it probably just as father did
the gingerbread boy."
"But that was different," groaned Polly.
"Pictures!" Tom Selwyn was saying, "oh, there's where I can come in
fine with assistance. I'm no good in a letter." And again he rushed
from the room.
"That's three times that boy has gone out," announced Adela, "and he
joggles the table awfully when he starts. And he made me cut clear into
that edge. See, Polly." She was trimming the third strip of paper, for
the Round Robin was to be pasted together and rolled up when it was all
done.
"He seems to accomplish something every time he goes," observed Jasper,
drily. "Halloo, just look at him now!"
In came Tom with a rush, and turned a small box he held in his hand
upside down on the table.
"O dear me!" exclaimed Adela, as her scissors slipped, "now you've
joggled the table again!" Then she caught Polly's eye. "Aren't those
pictures pretty?" she burst out awkwardly.
"Aren't they so!" cried Tom, in satisfaction, while Polly oh-ed and
ah-ed, and Phronsie dropped her pen suddenly making a second blot; only as
good fortune would have it, it was so near the edge that they all on
anxious examination decided to trim the paper down, and thus get rid of
it.
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