"Grandpapa," cried Phronsie, flying down the platform, "the box of dolls isn't here!"
"Goodness me!" exclaimed old Mr. King, whirling around, "'tisn't possible, child, that we've come
off without that. It must be with the other luggage."
"O, no, Grandpapa dear!" declared Phronsie in great distress1, and clasping her hands to keep the
tears back, "it really, surely hasn't come; Polly says so."
"Well, then, if Polly says so, it must have been left at home," said the old gentleman, "and there's
no use in my going to look over the luggage," he groaned3.
"What's the matter?" cried Joel, rushing up, his jolly face aglow4.
"The worst thing that could possibly happen," said Mr. King irritably5; "Phronsie's box of dolls is
left behind." Then he began to fume6 up and down the platform, wholly lost to everything but his
indignation.
"Whew!" ejaculated Joel, "that is a miss!" and he looked down at Phronsie, but her broad hat had
drooped7, the brown eyes seeking the platform floor. "See here, Phronsie."
Phronsie didn't speak for a breathing-space. "What is it, Joey?" then she said, not looking up.
"I'll go back after it; don't you worry, child."
"Oh, but you can't," cried Phronsie, throwing her head back quickly, "the train will come, and then
you won't be here."
"I'll take the next train; of course I can't get back for this," said Joel, swallowing hard. "I'll bring
the box all right," and he dashed off.
"Joel--oh, Joel!" cried Phronsie, running after him, "don't go!" she implored8.
"Here! here! what's the matter?" cried old Mr. King, forgetting his indignation to hurry after her.
"Phronsie, wait; what is it, dear?"
"Joel's gone," panted Phronsie, flying back, her broad hat falling off to her shoulders, "oh, do stop
him, Grandpapa dear! I'd rather not take the dolls than to have Joel left."
"Stop him? I can't. Bless me, here--somebody!" turning off to the little knots of his party scattered9
over the platform, "where are you all?"
Polly came running up at this, with a pale face. "Oh, Grandpapa!" she began at sight of him.
"Joel's gone home," announced Phronsie, clasping her hands in distress, "after the box of dolls,
and"--
"Joel's gone home!" echoed Polly, standing10 quite still.
"Yes," said Phronsie, "oh, Polly, do stop him and bring him back."
"She can't," cried the old gentleman; "that boy's legs have carried him half over the town by this
time. Nobody could stop him, child."
And then, most of the little knots heard the commotion11, and came hurrying up with "What is it?"
and "Oh dear, what's the matter?" in time to hear Polly groan2, "And Joe thought so much of going
down to Dunraven with us!"
[Illustration: "JOEL'S GONE," PANTED PHRONSIE, FLYING BACK.]
"Well, where is he?" cried Jasper, whirling around to look in all directions; while Ben took a few
long strides to peer around the station, and David and the other "Harvard Fresh." who had been
invited to keep him company, ran, one up, and the other down, the long platform.
"See here now," shouted old Mr. King so sharply that all the flying feet were arrested at once,
"every one of you come back! Goodness me, the idea of the Bedford party being scattered to the
four winds in this fashion!"
"I'd help if I could," said Mr. Hamilton Dyce, "but I really don't know what it's all about yet."
"Oh dear-- dear!" Polly was yet wailing12. Then she remembered, and threw her arms around
Phronsie who was standing quite still by her side. "Phronsie, precious pet," and she picked up her
pretty stuff gown to kneel on the platform-floor to look into the little face, "don't feel badly, dear.
Joel will come on the next train."
"But he won't be with us," said Phronsie slowly, and turning her brown eyes piteously to Polly.
"I know it," Polly smothered13 a sigh, "but we can't help it now. Grandpapa is feeling dreadfully; oh,
Phronsie, you wouldn't make him sick, dear, for all the world!"
Phronsie unclasped her hands, and went unsteadily over to the old gentleman. "Joel will come on
the next train, Grandpapa," she said.
"Bless me, yes, of course," said Mr. King, seizing her hand; "I don't see what we are making such
a fuss for. He'll come on the next train."
"What's the riot?" asked Livingston Bayley, sauntering up, and whirling his walking-stick, "eh?"
"Joel's absconded," said Mr. Dyce briefly14.
"Eh?"
"Gone back after Phronsie's box of dolls," explained somebody else.
"Oh dear me," cried Alexia Rhys, trying to get near Polly, "just like that boy." She still called him
that, in spite of his being a Harvard man, "He's always making some sort of a fuss."
"Perhaps the train will be late," suggested Mrs. Dyce, who, as Mary Taylor, never could bear to
see Phronsie unhappy. "Hamilton, if you don't do something to help that child, I shall be sorry I
married you," she whispered in her husband's ear.
"Late? it's late already," said Ben, pulling out his watch, "it's five minutes past time."
"Well, it may be our luck to have it late enough," said Jasper, with a glance at Polly, "as it's
Christmas day and a big train; so he may possibly get here--he'll find a cabby that can make good
time," he added, with a forlorn attempt at comfort.
Jack15 Loughead sauntered up and down, on the edge of the group, longing16 to be of service, but
feeling himself too new a friend to offer his sympathy.
"Who the Dickens is that cad?" asked Mr. Bayley in smothered wrath17, to Mrs. Dyce.
"Why, don't you know? He's another friend of Polly's," said Mary Taylor Dyce, smiling up
sweetly into his face, "and he's going down to help entertain Phronsie's poor children. Isn't he
nice?"
"Nice?" repeated Livingston Bayley with a black look at the tall figure stalking on. "How do I
know? Who is the fellow, any way?"
But there was no time to reply.
"Here comes the train!" cried Alexia. The warning bell struck, and the rush of travelers from the
waiting- room, began. "Oh dear me!" Then she forgot all about her late unpleasantness with
Pickering Dodge18, and running up to him, she seized his arm, "Oh, Pickering, do make the
conductor wait for that horrid19 boy."
"I can't," said Pickering, "the train's late, any way. There, get on, Alexia," putting out his hand to
help her up the steps.
"Oh, I forgot," she cried, drawing back, "that we'd had a fight. Tisn't proper for you to help me,
Pickering, and you oughtn't to ask it, till you've begged my pardon."
"Then it will be a long day before you receive my assistance," said Pickering, lifting his cap, and
turning on his heel at the same time.
Jasper tried to get up to Polly's side, as she was hurrying Phronsie to the car, old Mr. King holding
fast to Phronsie's other hand, but Livingston Bayley got there first.
"Allow me, Miss Phronsie," he was saying, with extended hand. "'Pon me word, it's a beastly
crowd going to-day, sir."
"She will do very well with my assistance," said the old gentleman, still holding Phronsie's little
glove. "And I suppose Christmas Day belongs to everybody, eh, Bayley?" hurrying in.
Polly, her foot on the lower step, turned and sent a despairing glance down the platform, and
Jasper who saw it through the crowd, fell back a little to give a last look for Joel.
"All aboard!" sang out the conductor, waving his hand.
"Come--oh, come!" called Polly with a frantic20 gesture, from the doorway21 of the car, as the train
moved off. "Oh, Jasper!" as he swung himself up beside her.
"The next train runs down in an hour; don't feel badly, Polly," Jasper had time to beg before they
were drawn22 into the confusion of the car.
But no one could pretend, with any sort of success, that Joel wasn't missed; and Polly had all that
she could do to chase away the sorrowful expression of Phronsie's little face. And everybody tried
his and her best to make it as festive23 a time as possible; and the other passengers nudged one
another, and sent many an envious24 glance at the merry party.
"It's Mr. King's family going down to Bedford," said the conductor to one inquiring mind. "I take
'em every year," proudly. "He's powerful rich; but this ain't his affair. It all b'longs to that little girl
with the big hat." Then he dashed off, and called a station; and after the stopping and moving of
the train again, he came back and sat on the arm of the seat to finish his account.
"You see, there was an old lady, a cousin of the old gentleman's, and she made a will in favor of
this child with the big hat." The conductor pointed25 his thumb at Phronsie, leaning over Mr. King's
shoulder, the better to hear a wonderful story he was concocting26 for her benefit. "Why, she's got
some two or three millions."
"What--that child?" cried the listeners, in amaze.
[Illustration: JOEL SWINGING A BIG BOX RUSHED INTO DUNRAVEN HALL.]
"Yes--the old lady was tough, but"--he dashed off again, called a station, slammed the door, and
was back in position in less time than it takes to tell it--"she was took sudden, while Mr. King's
folks was in Europe, and now that child has turned a handsome old place down yonder"--he
pointed with his thumb in the direction of Bedford-- "Dunraven Lodge27, the old lady always called
it, into a sort of a Home, and she's chucked it full of children, mostly those whose fathers and
mothers are dead; and every Christmas Day Mr. King takes down a big crowd, and"--
Here somebody called him off, not to be seen again till he put his head in the doorway, and
shouted "Bedford!"
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Joel, swinging a big box as only Joel could, rushed into the spacious28 hall at Dunraven Lodge.
"How are you all!"
Phronsie disentangled herself from a group around the big fire-place where the long hickory logs
snapped and blazed.
"Oh, Josey!" she cried, precipitating29 herself into his long arms.
"Here is the toggery," cried Joel, setting down the doll-box, while he gathered Phronsie up in his
arms.
"And you, Josey," cried Phronsie, with a happy little hum, "you are all here yourself," as the group
left the fire, and surrounded them.
"Well--well--well!" cried old Mr. King, lifting his head in its velvet30 lounging cap from the sofa
where he had been napping. "Are you really here, Joe!"
"Just like you," greeted Alexia, running down the broad oaken stairs. "Here, he's come!" to Polly,
appearing at the head. "We were finishing the tree, and we heard the noise. Dear me, Joe, I should
think it was a cyclone," as she joined the group, Polly close behind.
Joel tossed her a saucy31 answer, while Polly got on her tiptoes and caught his crop of short black
hair in her two hands. "Oh, Joe," she said, dropping a kiss on it, "it was lovely in you to go back."
Joel felt well repaid for losing the jolly run down, and the grand _entree_ into Dunraven, his soul
loved, but he covered up what he thought, by pulling Phronsie into the middle of the hall. "Come
on, Phron," he said, "for a spin like old times."
"See here," cried Alexia, "we ought to get back to that Tree, Polly Pepper, or it won't be ready.
Dear me, I dropped a box of frost all over the stairs; Joel made such a noise."
At the mere32 mention of such a possibility as the Tree not being ready, everybody started; the last
one in the procession, picking up the doll-box, their movements somewhat quickened, as loud
calls were now set up above stairs, for "Polly--Polly!"
"Come on," sang out Joel, who had paid his respects in a flying fashion to Grandpapa's sofa, and
leaping the stairs. "Goodness me, Alexia, I should think you did spill this frost. Why didn't you go
over more ground?"
"I don't believe we can save one bit," mourned Alexia, peering up the stair-length, each step
sparkling with myriad33 little frosty gems34, as if Jack Frost himself had sprinkled it with a Christmas
hand. "Oh, dear, why did you come in with such a noise, Joe Pepper?"
"Just like a girl," said Joel; "jumps at everything and drops whatever she has in her hand. You all
go up the other stairs; I'll sweep this in a minute, and save what I can."
"Oh, Joe, don't stop; we want you for the Tree," begged Polly. "Phronsie has been waiting
downstairs all this time for you to come. Let one of the maids do it;" Joe already had his head in a
closet he knew of old, opening into the big hall.
"Give me the broom," said a voice close beside him.
"Eh-- what?" cried Joel, pulling out what he wanted-- a soft floor brush. "Oh, is that you,
Loughead?" turning around.
"I believe so," said Jack, laughing. "Here, give me the broom. I'm no help about a Tree; I'll have
the stuff up there soon," and before Joel knew it, he was racing35 over the back stairs, wondering
how it was he had let that disagreeable Jack Loughead get hold of that broom.
"It makes me think of our first Tree, in some way," said Polly softly, with glistening36 eyes, looking
up at the beautiful branching spruce, its countless37 arms shaking out brilliant pendants, and gay
with streamers and candles, wherever a decoration could be placed, the whole tipped with a
shining star. "Oh, Bensie, can you ever forget that?"
Ben looked down from the top of the step- ladder where he was adjusting some last bit of
ornament38.
"Never, Polly," he said, his eyes meeting hers.
"That was so beautiful," cried Polly. "And we had it in our 'Provision Room,' and Mrs. Henderson
brought my bird over, and the other things the last minute, and"--
"I had to," broke in Mrs. Henderson with a laugh, and shaking the snips39 of green from her white
apron40, "for you and Ben would have discovered the whole surprise. You were dreadful that day."
"I'm glad somebody else was dreadful in those times, besides me," observed Joel from among the
branches, where he was tying on the several presents Alexia handed to him.
"Well, you see," said Polly, with rosy41 cheeks, "it was our first Tree, and we were so afraid the
children would find it out, and spoil all the surprise."
"And did we?" cried Phronsie, in intense excitement, emerging from the depths of the Tree, the
better to look at Polly, "did we, Polly, and spoil it all?"
"No, Pet," cried Polly, "you were just as good as could be."
"I remember," said Joel, "you told us stories, Polly, in the kitchen, and"--
"We tooted on our tin horns," finished David; "oh, Joe, do you remember those horns?"
"And that molasses candy," said Joel, smacking42 his lips, "I remember I ate mine up before
breakfast."
"And did I have any?" asked Phronsie, turning from one to the other.
"Yes, indeed, you did," answered Joel.
"Why, did you think we'd forget you, Phronsie?" asked Polly, a bit reproachfully.
"And don't you remember it?" said David.
"No," said Phronsie. "I don't; but I remember Seraphina's bonnet43."
"It was trimmed with some of Grandma Bascom's chicken's feathers," said Joel.
"And Mamsie made it out of an old bonnet string," said Polly. "Oh dear, if only Mamsie were here
to-day!" And a cloud came over her face.
"But we've Baby Fisher now," said Ben cheerfully, looking down at her. "He's worth staying at
home for, Polly."
"Of course he is," said Polly, her gayety returning. "And dear Papa Fisher was master of
ceremonies then; but he wouldn't enjoy it to-day without Mamsie. So we oughtn't to wish him
here."
[Illustration: "And did we," cried Phronsie "find it out, Polly, and spoil it all?"]
"I wish you wouldn't begin about that Little Brown House, and what elegant times you had in it,"
exclaimed Alexia, twitching44 at a present Joel had just tied on, to be sure it was secure; "I shall
think this Tree is perfectly45 horrid, if you do, Polly Pepper."
"Go on--do go on," begged several voices. Meanwhile, Jack Loughead had come silently up into
the long hall, and deposited a neat boxful of the gleaming frost on the table, without any
comments.
"Dear me, there is so much to tell," cried Polly, with a little laugh, "if we begin about Jappy's
Tree."
"Who's Tree?" cried Livingston Bayley, who had been wrinkling his brows in great perplexity all
through the recital46.
"Why, Jasper's," said Polly and Ben together; Joel and David coming in as echoes.
"You see," said Phronsie distinctly, "that Jasper and dear Grandpapa sent the beautiful things to
us."
"Mrs. Pepper and Polly and Ben had gotten the Tree ready before," said Jasper hastily. "Oh! didn't
I want to be there!" he added.
"Yes; Polly almost cried because you couldn't be," said Joel in among the branches.
"But she couldn't quite cry," said Davie, "because you see we children would have found it out.
Polly always sang in those days."
"Do you remember how we used to run behind the wood-pile when we wanted to plan the Tree,
Polly," asked Ben, "to get away from Joel and Dave?"
"You spent most all your time in the Little Brown House in sneaking47 off from us," said Joel
vindictively48.
"Well, we had to, if we ever did anything," said Ben coolly.
"I should think so," remarked Livingston Bayley, delighted to give a thrust at somebody.
"And weren't the gilt49 balls pretty?" cried Polly, quite gone now in the reminiscences, though her
fingers kept on at their task; "you did cover those nuts beautifully, Bensie. I don't see how you
could, with such snips of paper."
"How did he make the balls?" asked Alexia, forgetting herself in her interest, and coming up to
Polly.
"Why, we had some bits of bright paper, little bits, you know, and Ben covered hickory nuts with
them, and pasted them all as smoothly50; you can't think!"
"Oh, my!" exclaimed Alexia.
"And Polly strung all the pop-corn, and fixed51 the candle-ends somebody gave Mamsie, and"--
"Candle-ends? Why didn't you have whole ones?" cried Alexia.
"Why, we couldn't," said Polly, "and we were glad enough to get these. Oh! the Tree looked just
beautifully with them, I tell you."
"You see," said Phronsie, drawing near to look into Alexia's face, "we were very, very poor,
Alexia. So Polly and Bensie made the Tree. Don't you understand?"
"It was really Bensie's Tree," said Polly honestly, "for I didn't believe at first we could do it."
"Oh, yes, you did, Polly," corrected Ben hastily; "at any rate, you saw it in a minute."
"And it's the first time you didn't believe a thing could be done, I imagine," declared Jasper, with a
bright nod at Polly.
"Well, Bensie thought of this Tree, and made me see that we could do it," persisted Polly, giving a
little quirk52 to a rebellious53 pendant.
Mrs. Henderson put the corner of her white apron to her eyes. "I always have to," she said to Mrs.
Dyce, "when the Little Brown House days bring those blessed children back to me."
Jack Loughead drew nearer yet; so near that he lost never a word.
"You ought to have seen what a Santa Claus Ben made!" Polly was saying.
"I cut your performance yesterday at Baby's Tree, all out, old fellow," declared Ben, descending54
from the step-ladder and bestowing55 an affectionate clap on Jasper's shoulder.
"I don't doubt it," Jasper gave back.
"We made the wig56 out of Mamsie's cushion hair," laughed Polly. "And we had such a piece of
work putting it all back the next morning."
"And Polly shook flour all over me, for the snow," said Ben, laughing.
"Come back, Alexia, and hand me some more gimcracks, do," cried Joel, poking57 his head out of
the branches to look at his late assistant.
"Well, do go on about your Tree in the Brown House," begged Alexia, tearing herself away to
answer Joel's demands, "seeing you have begun. What did you do next, Polly?"
"Well, we all marched into the 'Provision Room,'" went on Polly, her cheeks aglow, "expecting to
see our Tree just as we had left it; all but Ben, he was going to jump into the window at the right
time, when the first thing"--
"Polly sat right down on the floor, saying, 'Oh!'" cried Joel, taking the words out of her mouth.
"I couldn't help it, I was so surprised," said Polly, with shining eyes. "There was a most beautiful
Tree, full of just everything; and there was Mamsie, almost crying, she was so happy; and there
was Cherry singing away in his cage, and the corner of the room was all a-bloom with flowers,
and"--
"And Grandma Bascom was there-- wasn't she funny? She used to give us hard old raisins58
sometimes," said Joel, afraid to show what he was feeling.
"And Phronsie screamed right out," went on Polly, "and Davie said it was Fairyland."
By this time, Alexia had dropped the present she was holding, and had run back to Polly's side
again, and somehow most of the other workers followed her example, the circle of listeners
closing around the little bunch of Peppers. "And Jasper sent a Christmas greeting, beside the
Tree," Polly ended, "and it was perfectly lovely."
"And Santa Claus and Polly took hold of hands and danced around the Tree," said Joel; "I'll never
forget that."
"Well, you would better take hold of hands and dance down to the recitation room," said Parson
Henderson's deep voice, as he suddenly appeared in their midst, "the children are all ready to give
their carols. Come."
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