"
"Oh, Polly, I almost forgot to tell you," said Alan suddenly. "I
was coming up past your house, just now, and saw Mr. Baxter going
in at the gate. You'd better hurry home, and tell him something
more about Job."
Polly laughed at the memory.
"He has called once since then," she said. "I don't see what has
started his doing that, and he comes to see Aunt Jane, of all
people. This time I was telling about, he went on in the queerest
way about his children, as if he didn't care anything for them. I
wish you could have heard him. He said that they had very peculiar
dispositions, and his wife never did know how to bring them up.
But go call your mother, there's a dear boy. I do want to plan
about Jean."
For the next hour there was held a council into which Mrs. Hapgood
entered with spirit, restraining the girls' ardor, offering all
manner of assistance, and making many a useful suggestion for the
success of their frolic, which was to be extended to include
something for the little brothers, as well as for Jean. There was
no time to be lost, for there was only a week before Christmas,
and there was much to be done. At dinner time the girls separated,
with many vows of secrecy.
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