Momsie, Cried Polly, in a Burst of Confidence to Ben

Momsie is going to help Mrs Henderson tomorrow, so there. Let's make her a cake, a big one, you know, and she'll see you,. Baka, said Ben, or else she'll smell her, and that'd be just as bad. No, she won't either, replied Polly. Why, we can have it all out of the way splendidly when she comes home. And then, says Polly, with a comfortable little feeling in her heart, that Ben sprays. Good for you, Polly. You always think of everything.