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Updated: May 11, 2025
After that Grizzel departed with her paint-box, Bridget took Baby for a walk, and Mollie and Prue settled themselves in the little house, with a cushion apiece at their backs, a basket of freshly pulled oranges between them, and a couple of books in case conversation should flag.
Through the open kitchen door Marjorie heard her ask, "Is anything the matter?" "Hush! Where's Marjorie?" asked Hollis' voice. Was it her trouble? Was it Miss Prudence? Or Prue it could not be her father and mother; she had seen them at church. Morris! Morris! Had they not just heard from Will? He went away, and she was not kind to him. Who was saying "dead"? Was somebody dead?
She was a pretty, subdued little woman, who always wore shabby black gowns; I never saw her in a good dress in my life. Well, we were as poor as Aunt Prue now, and I wondered if we should make such a gallant fight against misfortune as she did. We arranged matters after that Allan and Uncle Geoff and I; for Carrie had gone to sit with mother, and Fred had strolled off somewhere.
Then when we git inter the cars, we shall sit on the soft seat and jest rest 'til we get ter Randy's." "Well, then, let's hurry," said Prue, "I'm some rested now, and if we run we'll get there all the sooner."
Would it be better for Prue, for Aunt Prue, to know or not to know? Miss Prudence had written to her once that some time she would tell her a story about herself; but could she mean this story? As she opened the gate she saw her blue bird with the golden crest perched on the arm of a chair at the window watching for her.
"If I had time I should convince you of the impropriety of such wild actions; as I haven't, I can only implore you never to do so again on Geoffrey's premises," said Prue, rising as the carriage drove round. "I can safely promise that," answered Sylvia, with a dismal shake of the head, as she leaned listlessly from the window till her brother and sister were gone.
Alice searched all over the farm for her friend. The last place in which she thought of looking was the little bedroom the two girls shared. Here at length she arrived, and a shock awaited her. Prudence was sitting beside the window. She was gazing out at the bare, harvested fields, nor did she turn at her friend's approach. It was not until Alice spoke that she looked round. "Here you are, Prue!
"It is quite unnecessary to explain, but I do wish, father, you would refrain from speaking as if you were required to stay in. It was your own proposition to let Nancy go. I could have made other arrangements." Dr. Prue was aggrieved. There was no telling how many telephone calls had been unanswered. Margaret Elizabeth laughed. "You are absolutely untrustworthy, Uncle Bob.
"I was thinking of you, Prue," she said eagerly, "I wanted you so much. If you could only stay!" Prue shook her head, with a smile. "No, we have only come to say good-bye, Mollie. Your Time-travelling is over for this time, you won't come to our Time any more. Did you like it?"
"I like you, Cousin Marjorie," the child said. "Of course you do, and I love you. Are you Prue, or Jeroma?" "I'm Prue," she replied with dignity. "Don't you ever call me Jeroma again, ever; papa said so." Marjorie laughed and kissed her again. "I never, never will," she promised. "Aunt Prue says 'Prue' every time."
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