Whitney, "anyway."
"Yes, of course; but after that, what shall I do?"
He looked so troubled that Mrs. Whitney hastened to say, "Oh, well,
father! you know when you are abr"--and the secret Was nearly out for
the second time!
But they were saved by the appearance of Alexia's father, who often
dropped in on the edge of the dinner hour, for a second cup of coffee.
The next morning Phronsie was waiting for Grandpapa King, who insisted
that no one else should carry her downstairs, the remainder of the
household in various stages of delight and expectation, revolving around
her, and curbing their impatience as best they might, in hall and on
staircase.
"Oh, Grandpapa! do hurry," begged Dick, kicking his heels on the stairs.
"Hush, Dicky boy," said mamma. "Grandpapa can't come till his agent is
gone. Don't you hear them talking in the library?"
"Well I wish Mr. Frazer would take himself off; he's a nuisance,"
declared the boy. "He's been here a whole hour."
"Here comes Grandpapa!" announced Polly gleefully, from a station nearer
the library. "Hush, now, Mr. Frazer's going!"
The library door opening at this announcement, and a few sentences
charged with business floating up the staircase, the bustle around
Phronsie became joyfully intense.
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