Part 1 (2/2)

Begin” She kept her hands still folded in her lap ”What were you going to do?”

Joel squirround before the flat doorstone, and dug the toes of his shoes into the dirt

”Don't do so,” cried Polly ”You'll get bigger holes in 'ehty you are, and Maave a loud howl, nearly upsetting Polly fro his two fists into his eyes, he plunged forward and thrust his black head on the folded hands in her lap

”I ain't naughty,” he screamed ”I ain't, and Mamsie won't care

O dear--ooh--ooh!”

”Tellto do, before I can say you are not naughty,” said Polly, dreadfully frightened at his outburst, but not unfolding her hands

”I was only going to--going to--going to--” et into the co to do what?” de to--” said Joel, in s to,” commanded Polly, in her firmest tones

”You toldto--”

”Well, tell then, at once; ere you going to do? Hurry up, Joe; now go on”

”I was going to--” began Joel again ”O deardeeper yet

”Joel Pepper!” cried Polly, in a tone that brought hiht, his round face streaked with tears that his dirty little hands had tried to wipe off, the rest of theo into the 'provision rooo there the next time you wouldn't tell what you'd done?” And Polly looked as if she were going to cry at once

”Oh, no--no!” screa Polly's aran to rattle off a lot of words, but Polly stopped hio; for Maave a terrible howl Little Davie, in distress, clapped his hands to his ears ”Oh, Polly, don't , when heavy steps cas to sell?” sang out the voice of a very big man

Joel took one black eye away from his brown hands, and shot a sharp look at him Then he hoorse than ever

”No,” said Polly, ”not to-day, Mr Biggs There was a bagful Maet it now”

”Sho! that's too bad,” ejaculated Mr Biggs ”What's the y thumb at Joel ”Stomach-ache?”

”No,” said Polly, sadly, ”it's worse than that Please go away, Mr Biggs, and cogs, in astonishether; ”then I can't take hio, if you say so, marm” He always called Polly marm, and she liked it very ?” asked Polly, while

David took away his hands from his ears to hear, too

”Why, you see, ill, up to th'East Quarter--you know Mis' Pettingill?”

”No,” said Polly

”I do,” roared Joel, forgetting his distress ”I know, Polly