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I want nothing but solitude, a draught of water, and a kiss." Prue was mollified at once, and after stirring fussily about for several minutes gave her sister all she asked, and departed to the myriad small cares that made her happiness. As the door closed, Sylvia sighed a long sigh of relief, and folding her arms under her head drifted away into the land of dreams, where ennui is unknown.

When they came to a standstill below him he let down a rope. "Tie the things on and I'll haul them up," he ordered; "and then you two climb up and give me a hand. Better send Mollie up first, as the ladder is a bit shaky till you know it, and Prue can hang on to it below."

"Then what makes you go?" asked Prue quickly. "Because I have to." "Will it hurt you to-day?" "Yes." "Then I wouldn't go. Tell Aunt Prue; she won't make you go." "I don't want to tell her; it would make her cry." "Then don't tell her. I'll stay home then if I have to. But I want to go. I can stand it if you can."

The day after Randy's return was bright and sunny, and with little Prue she wandered beneath the sweet scented apple blossoms drinking in their beauty, and wondering if in all the world there was a fairer place than the orchard with its wealth of bloom, when suddenly Prue exclaimed, "You're 'most as glad to see me as anybody, Randy? "Me 'n Tabby is just 'special glad you've got home."

Grizzel was speechless with joy as she found all the paints she had been longing for the crimson lake, Prussian blue, Vandyke brown, and the rest; Prue had wound up her box, and as Mollie turned her kaleidoscope towards the light, and delighted herself with the wonderful colours and designs it produced, she heard the delicate, sweet tinkle of a faintly familiar tune an old- fashioned sort of tune....

"What's the fun, Sairay? Pass it 'round, can't you? We've been a- wonderin' what you 'n' Miss Prue was a-gigglin' over!" The idea of Miss Prue's "giggling" rather shocked Sara; but that lady answered at once, "And we've been wondering if anybody else would ever take the time to do such a piece of work as this." "Oh!" cried Betty, quite complimented, "I guess there's plenty would; I enjoyed it!

Aunt Greg quoted, "There's no place like home," and told a story about a boy she once heard of who ran away to sea and never came back, "foundered or drowndered," she couldn't remember which. Aunt Prue seized his shoulders and gave him a sound shake.

He meant to give their money back, he did not mean to steal from any one, but he took what was not his own and lost it and the people had to suffer, for he had no money to pay them with." "That is sad," said Prue. "Yes, it was very sad, for he had done a dreadful thing and sinned against God. Do you think he ought to be punished?"

Prue pushed one open and they passed through into a bedroom, very plainly furnished with two little beds, two chests of drawers, a wash-stand, and a chair. They pulled the white cover off one bed and hauled away a blanket, cheerfully striped in scarlet, purple, yellow, and green, with a few black and white lines thrown in here and there.

"Ma puts in some kind of mint, I know, but I forget whether it is spearmint, peppermint, or penny-royal," answered Prue, in a tone of doubt, but trying to show her knowledge of "yarbs," or, at least, of their names. "Seems to me it's sweet marjoram or summer savory. I guess we'll put both in, and then we are sure to be right.