cisive fashion. "Phronsie wouldn't want
it," she added.

"Phronsie isn't to know anything about it," said Jasper, just as
decidedly.

"Well, but Jasper, you can't make another; you haven't the time," said
Polly in great distress, and wishing she hadn't said anything about the
changes. "I didn't think there would have to be a new program made."

"Oh, Polly, I think we'd better have a new one," said Jasper, who was
very particular about everything.

"I thought we were going to have changes announced from the stage," said
Polly. "Oh, why can't we, Jasper? I'm sure they do that very often."

"Well, that's when the changes come at the last moment," said Jasper
reluctantly.

"Well, I'm sure this is the last moment," said Polly. "The entertainment
is to-morrow night, and we've ever so much to do yet. _Please_, Jasper."
That "please, Jasper," won the day.

"All right, Polly," he said. "Well, now let's see what ought to come
after Tom's song."

"Well, Phronsie is very anxious to hear Pickering's piece; I know,
because I heard her tell Mamsie so."

"Why, she has heard Pick recite that ever so many times since he learned
it for our school exhibition," said Jasper.

"And don't you know that's just the very reason why she wants it again?"
said Polly, with a little laugh.

"Yes, of course," said Jasper, laughing too. "Well, she must have it
then. So down goes Pick." He ran to the table drawer and drew out a big
sheet of paper. "First, Mr. Dyce, then Tom Beresford, then Pickering
Dodge," writing fast.

"And then," said Polly, running up to look over his shoulder, "Phronsie
wants dreadfully to hear Tom play on his banjo."

"Oh, Polly,"--Jasper threw back his head to look at her--"I don't
believe there'll be time for all that; you know the music by Miss Taylor
comes first as an overture. We can't change that."

"Why," exclaimed Polly in dismay, "we must, Jasper, get Tom's banjo in;
and there's Percy's piece. Phronsie wouldn't miss that for _anything_."

"Why, we shall have the whole program in if we keep on," said Jasper,
looking at her in dismay.

"Oh, Jasper, Papa Fisher says that Phronsie may stay in twenty minutes.
Just think; we can do a lot in twenty minutes."

"But somebody is bound to be late, so we can't begin on time. Nobody
ever does, Polly."

"We must," said Polly passionately, "begin on time to-morrow night,
Jasper."

"We'll try," said Jasper, as cheerfully as he could manage.

"And there's your p