"Ah! the bones were real, even if the children aren't," Grandpapa would
say to himself. "Well, I suppose I have been taken in, but at least the
fellow hasn't starved to death."
And then off they would go sight-seeing as fast as possible, to take up
the mind of Phronsie, who watched for Grandpapa's poor man in every
wretched creature she saw. And there were plenty of them.
And then Adela went back to school, happy in the thought of the little
pile of sketches she had to show as her summer's work, and with ever so
many studies and bits to finish up under Mademoiselle's direction; and
little old Mrs. Gray, breathing blessings on Mr. King's head, departed
for her English country home.
"Now, then, I have ever so much shopping to do," announced old Mr.
King, briskly, "and I shall want you to help me, Phronsie."
"I'll help you, Grandpapa," promised Phronsie, well pleased, and
gravely set herself to the task.
So they wandered away by themselves, having the most blissful of times,
and coming home to the hotel, they would gaily relate their adventures;
and Phronsie would often carry a little parcel or two, which it was her
greatest delight to do; and then the trail of big boxes would follow
them as they were sent home to the hotel to tell of their experiences
in the shops.
"And Grandpapa is going to get me a new doll," announced Phronsie, on
one of these days.
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