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Updated: May 31, 2025
She gave me corn-cakes, the last time I was at Pastor Tappau's, just like any other woman, only, perchance, a trifle more good-natured; and to think of her being a witch after all! But Faith seemed in a hurry to reach home, paid no attention to Prudence's talking.
For prudence's sake, he discarded his personality as an Englishman, which was becoming too well known in the district, disguised himself as a workman and made for Cuzion. It was an unimportant village. He would easily discover the sender of the letter.
"Oh, yes, he did, for we left him kissing her all over the back yard, and he wouldn't have done that if he hadn't loved her, you know." Prudence's eyes twinkled a little, but her smile was sad. "Now, what would you advise us to do?" inquired Lark briskly, feeling instinctively that Carol had explained too much. Prudence rose slowly.
Fortunately the wide, grassy, shaded lawn greeted one first. Great spreading maples bordered the street, and clustering rose-bushes lined the walk leading up to the house. The walk was badly worn and broken to be sure, but the roses were lovely! The grass had been carefully cut, the father-minister had seen to that. The parsonage, to Prudence's gratified eyes, looked homey, and big, and inviting.
Ah, poor Morris, if you had known about next time, would you have spoken to-night? "Marjorie, I have something for you, but I would rather not give it to you to-night," he said with some confusion. "Well," she said, quietly, "I can wait." "Do you want to wait." "Yes. I think I do," she answered deliberately. Miss Prudence's step was at the front parlor door.
"You will be a school-girl with a shawl strap of books, by and by, and you will put on airs and think young men are boys." Prue stood in the doorway calling out "goodbye" as they went down the path to the gate, Miss Prudence's "old man" had been there early to sweep off the piazzas and shovel paths; he was one of her beneficiaries with a history.
This, then, was the secret explanation of much that had alarmed her in her cousin's manner: and if Lois had been a physician of modern times, she might have traced somewhat of the same temperament in his sisters as well in Prudence's lack of natural feeling and impish delight in mischief, in Faith's vehemence of unrequited love.
"I cal'late," he said, after wiping his eyes, "that it ain't Tunis' fault that you are going away any more than it is mine and Prudence's. You just made up your mind to go." "Cap'n Ball!" she exclaimed faintly, and again raised her eyes to his. "Can can I help it? Now?" "I don't know," he said, pursing his lips.
"Then it will give you really something to do." Seating herself again on the yellow floor of the porch, within range of Miss Prudence's vision, but not near enough to disturb her, Marjorie bit the unsharpened end of her pencil and looked long at the puzzling sentences on the foolscap. With the attitude of attentiveness she was not always attentive; Mr.
She believed marriage to be so honorable in all, that the absence of it, as in Miss Prudence's case, was nearly dishonorable. She was almost a Jewish mother in her reverence for marriage and joyfulness for the blessing of children. This may have been the result of her absorbed study of the Old Testament Scriptures.
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