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She wondered in her own mind how he could be tired of such an interesting pet, and asked her to take it, just to get rid of it! About this time, Mr. Parlin bought for Prudy a little armed-chair, which rolled about the floor on wheels. This Prudy herself could propel with only the outlay of a very little strength; but there were days when she did not care to sit in it at all.
"Have you been trying to swim?" laughed Prudy, going up and stroking her forehead. "Prudy Parlin, why didn't you come up here before?" was the sudden response. "I called you and called you. Where'd you put my clo'es?" "Why, Dotty, dear, I didn't know you were in the house; and I never touched your clothes." "Yes, you did. I can't find the key. I'm going to freeze. You don't care.
Susy laughed. "Just to think of our keeping a boy in THIS house, Prudy Parlin!" "O, no! course not!" returned her little sister, quickly; "we wouldn't keep a boy." "You see," argued Susy, "it's boys that fires all the popguns, and whistle in your ears, and frighten you. Why, if this was a brother, we couldn't but just live! What made you cry for a brother, Prudy?" "Poh, I didn't!
Parlin fifteen years before; and after he had married them over again, he made a speech which caused Dotty to cry a little under her handkerchief; or, if not the speech, it was the panacea that brought the tears she did not know which.
"See what you think of his saddle, miss," said Mr. Hill, laughing at Susy's eagerness; and he led pony out, and threw over his back a handsome side-saddle. "Why, it seems as if I could just jump on without anybody touching me," cried Susy. "Not afraid a bit?" said Mr. Hill, as Mr. Parlin seated Susy in the saddle, and gave her the reins. "Ponies throw people, sometimes."
Parlin directed her daughters to carry away the hats and sacques of the young misses; and by the time this ceremony was over, the stiffness had somewhat worn away, and Susy and Prudy could breathe more freely. Flyaway went up first to one, and then to another, with the question, "Did you came to see me?" The two heads of the family retreated, Mr. Parlin saying to his wife as they went,
She was never rude or coarse, he thought; and she would be womanly enough one of these days, he was quite sure. "Anything," said Mr. Parlin, "but these womanly little girls, such as I have seen sitting in a row, sewing seams, without animation enough to tear rents in their own dresses!
"O, I ain't goin' to tell!" cried Prudy, beginning to tremble; "I didn't, did I? they won't 'low me to tell." Aunt Louise, passing through the kitchen, caught some of the last words, and rushed up stairs, two steps at a time. "O, Susy Parlin, you naughty, naughty child, what have you been into? Who spilled that ink?"
When he'd been doing mischief he'd run round the floor of the ship, wagging his head the way I do now, as if he was as innocent as a whole lot of kittens. Why, he acted as you did, Dotty, when you was a little girl, and picked the inside out of that custard pie." "Ahem!" said Dotty. "I guess you think you're talkin' to somebody else, Prudy Parlin! I don't like your story; wish you'd stop."
"Why, Alice Parlin!" said grandmamma, in dismay; "how came you in such a plight? We never thought of you being out in this shower. We supposed, of course, you would go to Mrs. Gray's, and wait till it was over." "We were nowhere near Mr. Gray's," faltered Dotty, "nor anywhere else, either." "I should think you had been standing under a water-spout," said Aunt Louise.
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