You know the little brown house
taught us that."
"So it did," said Polly, brightening up. "Dear little old brown house,
how could I ever forget it! Well, I suppose," with a sigh, "it will come
to us as an inspiration when it's time to fix them."
"I suppose so too," said Mrs. Pepper, passing the door, as usual with
her mending basket, "and when two people start to play a duet, I think
they much better put their minds on that, and not waste precious time on
all sorts of questions that will take care of themselves when the time
comes."
"You are right, Mrs. Pepper," cried Jasper with a laugh, and seating
himself before the piano. "Come, Polly!"
"Mamsie is always right, isn't she, Jasper?" cried Polly with pride,
putting her hands down for the first chords.
"Indeed she is," responded the boy heartily. "Here now, Polly, remember,
you slipped up a bit on that first bar. Now!"
The twenty-first of December came all too soon for Polly and Jasper,
whose school duties had engrossed them till two days before, but after
hard work getting up the stage properties, and the many rehearsals,
everything was at last pronounced ready, the drawing-room and music-room
locked, the keys given to Mrs. Whitney who promised faithfully to see
that no one peeped in who should not, and Polly hurried into her hat and
jacket, to go to the station with Jasper to meet the boys.
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