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cried Joel , putting up both hands , and feeling the room turn around with him . `` Yes , Polly , '' said David ; `` do n't look so , Joe , '' he begged , feeling his own cheeks getting white , `` it 's only broken -- it ca n't be bad , for we are not to go , Grandpapa says ; see , '' shaking the telegram at him . `` But I shall go -- we both must , '' declared Joel passionately , beginning to rush for his hat behind the door ; `` the idea -- Polly hurt , and we not to go ! Come on , Dave , we can catch the midnight train , '' looking at his watch . `` But if it makes Polly worse , '' said David doubtfully . Joel 's hand carrying the hat to his head , wavered , and he finally tossed the head-gear into the nearest corner . `` I suppose you are right , Dave , '' he said helplessly , and sinking into a chair .