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It seems making our Wilmet common, like any other girl, to care for her being pretty. 'So Froggy's dancing with Stella, observed Lance. I declare I'll try if Mrs. Frog won't stand up with me. Some one ought. You'll not mind waiting, Bobbie. It is not often one has the chance to dance with a cap like that.
The words had an unwonted ring of passion in them, and, having uttered them, she knelt down by Froggy's side, and hid her face against the ample shoulder. "And I sometimes think I'm a fool myself," she ended, in muffled accents. Froggy's arms closed instantly and protectingly around her. "My darling, who is it, then?" whispered her motherly voice. Priscilla did not at once reply.
"Very well," she said; and turned to go. Her deep voice held no anger, and only Romeo, pressed close against her, knew that the hand that had just caressed him was clenched and quivering. Priscilla left a hastily scribbled note for Carfax in Froggy's keeping.
Forward! cry the strong ones of this world, and they leave the weaklings in the lurch. But hear the end of the story. All of a sudden our four tall, strong, sturdy friends see something jumping on the ground. It jumps because it is a frog, and it wants to reach the meadow along the roadside. The meadow is froggy's home, and he loves it; he has his residence there beside a brook.
If we'd been poor like the ones in Little Meg's Children, or Froggy's Brother Ben, Miss Goldy-hair would have been here ever so early this morning, with blankets and coals, and milk, and bread and sugar " "And 'tawberry dam and delly and 'ponge cakes and olanges and eberysing," interrupted Racey, coming forward from his corner.
The low voice ceased, and there fell a silence. Froggy's arms were folded very closely about the kneeling girl, but she had no words of comfort or counsel to offer. She was, in fact, out of her depth, though not for worlds would she have had Priscilla know it. "You must just follow your own heart, dearest," she said at last. "And I think you will find happiness some day. God grant it!"
But suddenly, from the corner of Pitt Street, appeared a strange figure of a man, roaring out a song in the voice of one selling fish. Every head turned. "'Ello," said Mrs Jones, "Froggy's on the job to-day." The singer was a Frenchman with a wooden leg, dressed as a sailor.
The old familiar name had become doubly dear to both of them now that Mortimer was dead. "I should be very shocked, indeed, darling, if it were otherwise," was Froggy's answer. And Priscilla breathed a long sigh of contentment. She knew that there was no need to explain herself to this, her oldest friend. She laid her cheek comfortably against the great dog's ear. "No, Romeo," she murmured.
It was very late when she returned lightfooted to Froggy's sitting-room, and, kneeling by her friend's side, interposed her dark head between the kind, bulging eyes and the open Bible that lay upon the table. "Froggy," she whispered softly, "I'm so happy, dear so happy!" And so kneeling, she told Froggy in short, halting sentences of the sudden splendour that had glorified her life.
But Froggy's answer, when it came, was only another disappointment: "Address not known. Did you not receive letter I forwarded?" Reluctantly Priscilla realised that there was nothing for it but patience. Carfax would almost certainly write again through Froggy.
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