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said Polly, decidedly. "I'd have two hundred, all in a row!" "Two hundred candles!" echoed Joel, in amazement. "My whockety! what a lot!" "Don't say such dreadful words, Joel," put in Polly, nervously, stopping to pick up her spool of basting thread that was racing away all by itself; "tisn't nice." "Tisn't worse than to wish you'd got things you haven't," retorted Joel. "I don't believe you'd light 'em all at once," he added, incredulously. "Yes, I would too!" replied Polly, reckessly; "two hundred of 'em, if I had a chance; all at once, so there, Joey Pepper!" "Oh," said little Davie, drawing a long sigh. "Why, 'twould be just like heaven, Polly! but wouldn't it cost money, though!" "I don't care," said Polly, giving a flounce in her chair, which snapped another thread; "oh dear me! I didn't mean to, mammy; well, I wouldn't care how much money it cost, we'd have as much light as we wanted, for once; so!" "Mercy!" said Mrs. Pepper, "you'd have the house afire! Two hundred candles! who
