Part 31 (1/2)

”Oh, I ain't a-goin' back alone, either,” whimpered Joel, coming up to Polly, too.

”Why, you came down alone, didn't you?” whispered Polly, with a little laugh.

”Yes, but I thought 'twas morning,” said Joel, his teeth chattering with something beside the cold.

”Well, you must think of the morning that's coming,” said Polly, cheerily. ”I'll tell you--you wait till I put Phronsie into the crib, and then I'll come back and go half-way up the stairs with you.”

”I won't never come down till it's mornin' again,” said Joel, bouncing along the stairs, when Polly was ready to go with him, at a great rate.

”Better not,” laughed Polly, softly. ”Be careful and not wake Davie nor Ben.”

”I'm in,” announced Joel, in a loud whisper; and Polly could hear him snuggle down among the warm bedclothes. ”Call us when 'tis mornin', Polly.”

”Yes,” said Polly, ”I will; go to sleep.”

Phronsie had forgotten stockings and everything else on Polly's return, and was fast asleep in the old crib. The result of it was that the children slept over, when morning did really come; and Polly had to keep her promise, and go to the foot of the stairs and call--”MERRY CHRISTMAS! oh, Ben! and Joel! and Davie!”

”Oh!--oh!--oo-h!” and then the sounds that answered her, as with smothered whoops of expectation they one and all flew into their clothes!

Quick as a flash Joel and Davie were down and dancing around the chimney.

”Mammy! mammy!” screamed Phronsie, hugging her stocking, which Ben lifted her up to unhook from the big nail, ”Santy did come, he did!” and then she spun around in the middle of the floor, not stopping to look in it.

”Well, open it, Phronsie,” called Davie, deep in the exploring of his own; ”oh! isn't that a splendid wind-mill, Joe?”

”Yes,” said that individual, who, having found a big piece of mola.s.ses candy, was so engaged in enjoying a huge bite that, regardless alike of his other gifts or of the smearing his face was getting, he gave himself wholly up to its delights.

”Oh, Joey,” cried Polly, laughingly, ”mola.s.ses candy for breakfast!”

”That's prime!” cried Joel, swallowing the last morsel. ”Now I'm going to see what's this--oh, Dave, see here! see here!” he cried in intense excitement, pulling out a nice little parcel which, unrolled, proved to be a bright pair of stout mittens. ”See if you've got some--look quick!”

”Yes, I have,” said David, picking up a parcel about as big. ”No, that's mola.s.ses candy.”

”Just the same as I had,” said Joel; ”do look for the mittens. P'r'aps Santa Claus thought you had some--oh, dear!”

”Here they are!” screamed Davie. ”I have got some, Joe, just exactly like yours! See, Joe!”

”Goody!” said Joel, immensely relieved; for now he could quite enjoy his to see a pair on Davie's hands, also. ”Look at Phron,” he cried, ”she hasn't got only half of her things out!”

To tell the truth, Phronsie was so bewildered by her riches that she sat on the floor with the little red stocking in her lap, laughing and cooing to herself amid the few things she had drawn out. When she came to Seraphina's bonnet she was quite overcome. She turned it over and over, and smoothed out the little white feather that had once adorned one of Grandma Bascom's chickens, until the two boys with their stockings, and the others sitting around in a group on the floor watching them, laughed in glee to see her enjoyment.

”Oh, dear,” said Joel, at last, shaking his stocking; ”I've got all there is. I wish there were forty Christmases coming!”

”I haven't!” screamed Davie; ”there's some thing in the toe.”

”It's an apple, I guess,” said Joel; ”turn it up, Dave.”

”'Tisn't an apple,” exclaimed Davie, ”tisn't round--it's long and thin; here 'tis.” And he pulled out a splendid long whistle on which he blew a blast long and terrible, and Joel immediately following, all quiet was broken up, and the wildest hilarity reigned.

”I don't know as you'll want any breakfast,” at last said Mrs. Pepper, when she had got Phronsie a little sobered down.

”I do, I do!” cried Joel.