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"Look here, Susy, I could take that vase now, and smash it right down on the floor, and break it, and grandma wouldn't scold 'cause I'm sick, you know." "But you wouldn't do it," said Grace. "O, here come Mr. Allen and aunt Madge. Now, Mrs. Prudy, you're going to have a ride." Mr.
"It would make me very happy if I thought you would remember it all your life, darling. Do you think you understand it?" "Mother says it means, 'Be careful to say only what is true and good," replied Prudy, in a low voice. "That is right," said Miss Carlisle; "but do you understand what is called the 'figure of speech' in the verse? Do you know what a watch is?" "A little thing that ticks."
"Why, little sister," said Prudy, "I'd as soon think of wanting a gold nose as those cat-tail ear-rings. What would Grandma Read say?" "Why, she'd say 'thee' and 'thou, I s'pose, and ask me if I called 'em the ornaments of meek and quiet spirits," said Dotty, with a slight curl of the lip. "Auntie, is it wicked to wear jewels, if your grandma's a Quaker?"
"O, no, no!" cried Prudy, holding him back, and speaking very fast, "he's a great deal wusser, and auntie said your boots was so big she'd send the dinner out here; and then she cried like every thing." "O," said Grace, "I'm so afraid the baby won't get well! Aunt Madge didn't say any thing about dying about Harry's dying, did she, Prudy?"
I never saw it going." "Indeed you have, Prudy. It goes puffing up in fog. Why, it's just as if the snow was a teakettle, and it keeps steaming out clouds." "O, does it, Susy? Now, when it fogs, I shall know the snow's going up." "Please don't talk any more," returned Susy, suddenly lowering her voice; "we must be very quiet on the street, for it's Sunday.
"Now, Dotty," said Prudy, suppressing a great sob in her effort to "behave like a lady," "what's the use? Don't you suppose Horace feels bad enough without being scolded at?" "Auntie don't scold, nor Prudy don't, 'cause he didn't mean to lose it," said Fly, frowning at Dotty, and caressing Horace, with her hands full of evergreens. "Besides, he has lost more than I have," continued Prudy.
At first, Dotty had been alarmed; but now her indignation got the better of her fears. When she did see Prudy again, the sister who pretended to love her so much, she wouldn't take the presents out of her trunk for ever so long, just to tease the naughty girl! Meanwhile her father did not appear to be at all disturbed.
"O, well," said Prudy, considering the matter, "I'm sick; I tell you how it is, I'm sick, you know; but well, you may go, Susy, if you'll make up a story as long as a mile." Susy really felt grateful to Prudy, but it was her own gentle manner which had charmed the sick child into giving her consent.
There's the very place I'm going to myself. We'll carry up the needle-gun; it's the nicest thing to play with. Come, let's hurry up stairs the back way, little sister, for they'll be out from dinner, and see us." Dotty needed no second hint. In half an hour she was so far recovered from the megrims as to be hungry; when Prudy secretly begged some pudding for her of the willing Angeline.
"Why, you don't know how to make up poetry do you?" said Dotty, leaning on her elbow, and looking with dreamy eyes at the engraving of Christus Consolator at the foot of the bed. "I love poetry when they read it in concert at school. Don't you know, 'Tremendous torrents! For an instant hush! Isn't that splendid?" "Very splendid, indeed," replied Prudy, pinching herself to keep awake.
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