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"Is that what kitty's claws were made for?" "So I am told. The truth is, she behaves much better for a cat than you do for a little girl." Dotty scowled at her feet and patted them with the broom. "And better than I do for a young man." "But she ate my duckies so there!" "And Prudy's too," said Abner. "But Prudy doesn't beat her for it.
"Put it right back," said Susy, "and come away." "Let me take it," cried Lonnie, seizing it out of Prudy's hand, "I'm going to put it up at auction. I'm Mr. Nelson, riding horseback," said he, jumping up on a stand. "I'm ringin' a bell. 'O yes! O yes! O yes! Auction at two o'clock! Who'll buy my fine, fresh ink?" "Please give it to me," cried Grace; "it isn't yours."
The crowd in the passage fell back to right and left, and in a moment more he had disappeared into the black drizzle outside. But the tradition of his feat survives, and the six holes in Prudy's panel still bear witness to its truth. These things were reported to Young Zeb as he sat in his cottage, up the coombe, and nursed his pain.
Prudy's fresh delight and surprise were so pleasant to witness that her mother allowed her to linger for a while, mincing berries for the nestlings supper. When, at last, they reached Mrs. Eastman's, Prudy eagerly described the young wonders she had found. "It was like a story," said she, "of little widow-children, how the mother was dead, and the children had to stay alone."
Uncle James had often said to Aunt Vi: "Our Katharine is very much in earnest. I know you agree with me that "little Prudy's" eldest daughter is a golden girl!" The "play-school" closed a few days later, and it was Henry Small who received the medal for good spelling. He wasn't so much of a cry-baby nowadays and the boys had stopped calling him "Chicken Little."
"No; but you have money of your own. You can give some of that to Prudy." "Why-ee!" moaned Dotty. "Prudy's got ever so much. O, grandma, she has; and my box is so empty it can't but just jingle." "But, my dear, that has nothing to do with the case. If Prudy has a great deal of money, you have no right to lose any of it. Don't you think you ought to give it back?"
Then, when Prudy had counted one, two, three, four, and the clock had no more to say at that time, it began to tick again: "Prudy's sick! Prudy's sick! O, dear me! O, dear me!" Prudy could hardly believe it was the same clock she saw in the daytime. She wondered if it felt lonesome in the night, and had the blues; or what could ail it!
"I don't see why the tears don't come into my eyes as easy as they do into Prudy's," thought she, trying to squeeze out a salt drop; "Mrs. Brooks'll think I don't care a speck; but I do care." As for wee Fly, she took Maria's blindness to heart about as much as she did the murder of the Hebrew children off in Judea. "Pitiful 'bout her seeingness; but I wished I had such a beauful dog!"
She was really a sweet little likeness of grandma Read in miniature. "And their names are alike, too," said Susy: "grandma's name is Prudence, and so is Prudy's." "Used to be," said Prudy, gravely.
I think, by the way, that Prudy's habit of keeping a journal was an excellent thing. She learned by the means to express her thoughts with some degree of clearness, and it was also an improvement to her handwriting. "July 2d. My sister Dotty thinks, certain, positive, she will be a good girl; and this is the day she begins. But I shall not tell anybody, for I promised, 'No, never.
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