I verily believe it
is that scamp Dick. Here goes!" and reaching the door he threw it wide.
"Forward, march!"
"Well, is the important conference over?" asked Polly, with a keen look
at them both.
Mrs. Fisher's eyes did their duty, but she said nothing.
"Yes, indeed," declared Mr. King, marching on gaily. "Now clear the way
there, all you good people. Here, you Dick, drumming your heels, go
ahead, sir."
"I'm glad enough to," shouted Dick, racing down the remainder of the
stairs. "Halloo, Phronsie," waving his hand at her, "three cheers and a
tiger! Bother! Here comes Mrs. Chatterton."
Which was quite true. To every one's astonishment the door of that
lady's apartment opened slowly, disclosing her in new morning wrapper,
preparing to join the cavalcade.
"Good morning, Cousin Eunice," cried Mr. King gaily. He could be merry
with any one this day. "Come on, this is a festal occasion, you see;
Phronsie's going downstairs for the first time. Fall into line!"
"I'm not able to go down," said Mrs. Chatterton, coming slowly out into
the hall, "but I'll stand here and see the parade."
"Bully!" exploded Dick softly, peering up from the foot of the stairs.
Phronsie looked over Mr. King's shoulder at her as she was borne down
the stairs, and, putting out her hand, "I'm all well now," she said.
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