from, Polly."

And to be sure, Polly had been so overwhelmed that if the stove
had really dropped from the clouds it would have been small
matter of astonishment to her, as long as it had come; that was the
main thing!

"Mammy," said Polly, turning around slowly, with the stove-lifter
in her hand, "did Dr. Fisher bring that stove?"

"He didn't exactly bring it," answered her mother, "but I guess he
knew something about it."

"Oh, he's the splendidest, goodest man!" cried Polly, "that ever
breathed! Did he really get us that stove?"

"Yes," said Mrs. Pepper, "he would; I couldn't stop him. I don't
know how he found out you wanted one so bad; but he said it must
be kept as a surprise when your eyes got well."

"And he saved my eyes!" cried Polly, full of gratitude. "I've got a
stove and two new eyes, mammy, just to think!"

"We ought to be good after all our mercies," said Mrs. Pepper
thankfully, looking around on her little group. Joel was engaged in
the pleasing occupation of seeing how far he could run his head
into the biggest oven, and then pulling it out to exhibit its
blackness, thus engrossing the others in a perfect hubbub.

"I'm going to bake my doctor some little cakes," declared Polly,