it."

"Well, we can, mother, truly," put in Ben. "I'll tell you how, and
you'll say it'll be splendid. You see Deacon Blodgett's goin' over to
Hingham, to-morrow; I heard him tell Miss Blodgett so; and he
goes right past the hotel; and we can do it up real nice--and it'll
please Jasper so--do, mammy!"

"And it's real dull there, Jasper says," put in Polly, persuasively;
"and just think, mammy, no brothers and sisters!" And Polly
looked around on the others.

After that there was no need to say anything more; her mother
would have consented to almost any plan then.

"Well, go on, children," she said; "you may do it; I don't see but
what you can get 'em there well enough; but I'm sure I don't know
what you can make."

"Can't we," said Polly--and she knelt down by her mother's side
and put her face in between the sewing in Mrs. Pepper's lap, and
the eyes bent kindly down on her--"make some little cakes, real
cakes I mean? now don't say no, mammy!" she said, alarmed, for
she saw a "no" slowly coming in the eyes above her, as Mrs.
Pepper began to shake her head.

"But we haven't any white flour, Polly," began her mother. "I
know," said Polly; "but we'll make 'em of brown, it'll do, if you'll
give us some raisins--you know there's some in the bowl, mammy."