United States or Myanmar ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
And oh, my dear, my dear, what shall I do without you?" This unexpected demonstration from her prosaic sister touched Sylvia more than the most sentimental lamentations from another. It brought to mind all the past devotion, the future solitude of Prue's life, and she clung about her neck tearless but very tender.
Prudence could no longer be endangered by the stable tasks connected with the old mare. He could not relieve her. They could scarcely afford a hired hand merely to take care of Queenie. He remained rather silent that evening, and even forgot to praise Prue's hot biscuit, of which he ate a good many with his creamed pollack.
Having twice enjoyed a long car ride, he considered himself quite a traveled personage, and he continued to enlarge upon the pleasures of the trip to Boston until Prue's eyes danced, and she skipped along the road unable from sheer delight to walk without an occasional little hop. "If we stay with Randy, we won't have ter go ter school," said Hi, "an' you'n me can play all day."
I do not think I have seen such a blush upon Prue's cheek since well, since a great many years ago. "I will gladly tell you the history of my spectacles," began Titbottom. "It is very simple; and I am not at all sure that a great many other people have not a pair of the same kind.
"Ay, to be sure I did; an' what's more, I says to un often an' often, when you wasn't by: 'Jarge, I'd say, 'Prue's a lovely maid, an' Peter's a fine young chap, an' they 'm beginnin' to find each other out, they be all'us a-talkin' to each other an' a-lookin' at each other, mornin', noon an' night! I says; 'like as not we'll 'ave 'em marryin' each other afore very long! an' Jarge 'ud just wrinkle up 'is brows, an' walk away, an' never say a word.
Perhaps it was to hear from Mr. Holmes, Marjorie reasoned; she consulted him with regard to every new movement of Prue's. She knew that when she wrote to him she called her "our little girl." While Miss Prudence and Morris lingered at the breakfast table they caught sounds of romping and laughter on the staircase and in the hall above. "Those two are my sunshine," said Miss Prudence.
So things went on for a year or so, maybe, till one day she were makin' apple dumplings, Peter 'Martin, says she, lookin' at me sideways out of 'er black eyes just like Prue's they were 'Martin, says she, 'you 'm uncommon fond o' apple-dumplings? 'For sure, says I, which I were, Peter.
"Who told you? Aunt Prue hasn't told me." "Mother knows. She knew Prue's father. I suspect some of the girls' fathers in your school knew him, too." "I don't know. He was rich once here I know that. Deborah told me where he used to live; it's a handsome house, with handsome grounds, a stable in the rear and an iron fence in front." "I've seen it," said Morris, in his concisest tone. "Mr.
Fortunately or unfortunately, as one may choose to look at it Miss Prue did not know that in the dim recesses of Jupiter's memory there lurked the smell of the turf, the feel of the jockey's coaxing touch, and the sound of a triumphant multitude shouting his name; in Miss Prue's estimation the next deadly sin to treason and murder was horse racing.
He showed no signs of remembering her, but, of course, she said to herself, what was only yesterday to her was forty years ago to this elderly man and, besides, perhaps the Time- travelling was all hers and Prue's and he was never really in it at all. "Like Alice in the Red King's dream," she thought vaguely.
Word Of The Day