human
Dear me, how fine that doll's gown is to be, Polly, exclaimed Alexia after a bit.
gpt
Is the lace going on all around the bottom?
human
Yes, said Polly, biting off her thread, and giving the muslin breadths a little shake;
gpt
Felicie is tucking the flounce; then I shall have to sew on the lace.
human
How many dolls are there to refurbish before to-morrow?
gpt
Four--no, five, said Polly, rapidly counting;
human
What a nuisance all those dolls are, said Alexia,
gpt
That isn't the worst of it, said Polly.
human
Alexia, I don't know what we shall do, for Phronsie works over them till she's quite tired out. You ought to see her this morning.
gpt
She's up in the play-house at it now, I suppose, said Alexia,
human
Yes, said Polly,
gpt
Well, I hope no one will give her a doll to-morrow, said Alexia,
human
Oh! no one else will, declared Polly cheerfully.
gpt
Of course not, Alexia.
human
For Miss Phronsie Pepper, and not to be opened till to-morrow, Miss Mary.
gpt
Polly, said Alexia in a stage whisper, and jumping up as Jencks disappeared, to run over to the row,
human
I shall die if they are,
gpt
They surely look like dolls on the very covers, said Alexia, fingering the cords.
human
Would it be so very wrong to open one box, and just relieve our suspense? Just one, Polly?
gpt
No, no, don't, cried Polly sharply.
human
They belong to Phronsie. But O dear me!
gpt
And just think, said Alexia, like a Job's comforter, and looking over at the clock,
human
It's perfectly horrid to get such a scrap of an outing, said Joel that night, sprawling on the rug before the library fire,
gpt
These four days will give you strength for your 'exams,' won't they, Joe?
human
Yes,
gpt
I hope Mr. Marks will come out all right so that we can go back Monday.
human
I only hope he'll stay ill, said Joel affectionately.
gpt
They'll let us know soon enough if that's the case, said Mother Fisher in the lamp-light over by the center-table.
human
No, I expect your letter to-morrow will say 'Come Monday.'
gpt
Well, it's a downright shame for us to be pulled off so soon,
human
Think how soon the term ends, Joe, cried Polly,
gpt
That's nothing; only a dreadful little time--soon will be gone,
human
Don't talk of the summer,
gpt
Does your head ache often at school, Joel?
human
Yes, said Joel,
gpt
That's too bad, said Phronsie pityingly,
human
I shall just write and ask Mr. Marks if he won't let you stop and rest when it aches.
gpt
said Joel,
human
Mr. Marks, said Phronsie slowly,
gpt
I don't know who you mean by Marks, Joel. And what is a grinder, please?
human
And he works us boys so, Phronsie--you can't think,
gpt
What is a grinder, Joel, please tell me,
human
Oh! a grinder is a horrid buffer,
gpt
Joel,