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"It was to be your surprise, and now I've spoiled it." "Nothing can spoil the pleasure of it," he returned. Prue stationed herself at the window, as when she was a little girl, to watch for Marjorie. She was still the blue bird with the golden crest. "We are often prophets to others only because we are our own historians." Madame Swetchine.
While Randy and Prue were in the orchard, Mrs. Hodgkins "ran in fer a chat," as she expressed it. "Wal, I hear tell that Randy's come back. What's she goin' ter do next year, er don't she know yet? Did ye know't I had comp'ny?" She continued, asking a second question without awaiting an answer to the first. "Wal, I have got comp'ny, and comp'ny she means ter be considered.
Then the man touched her upon the shoulder. "Don't cry, Prue; my heart bleeds for you when I listen to your sobs. You're not to blame for believing me guilty. Twelve jurymen will shortly do the same, and who can blame them?" He shrugged. "I must face the 'music' and take my chance.
"It's so funny," she cried, as they all looked at her, Prudence anxiously inquiring if she had "got it again". "I'm all right, Prue, but it's so funny. I know who you are," she laughed again, turning to Mr. Smith. "Your name isn't John Smith at all. You are poor dear Richard. Who was so active. With the gout. And you are you are my " "Hush, Mollie!" said Prue. Mollie sat up.
Had I trusted myself to her arms, to be borne to the realms that I shall never see, or sailed long voyages towards Cathay, I am not sure I should have brought a more precious present to Prue, than the story of that afternoon. "Ought I to have gone alone?" I asked her, as I ended. "I ought not to have gone with you," she replied, "for I had work to do.
"No, it isn't Dolly Lee," dryly; "it's Sara Olmstead." The sewing dropped again. "Miss Prue!" "Well, it is, and you needn't speak as if I'd told a falsehood; for I know!" Sara's cheeks had crimsoned warmly, and her voice faltered a little, as she asked, "Did he tell you himself?" "Not in so many words; but I've known it, so has his mother, for a long time.
Marjorie smiled, remembering the quarrel of that last night; would he think now that she had become too much like Miss Prudence, Miss Prudence, with her love of literature, her ready sympathy and neat, housewifely ways, Prue did not know which she liked better, Aunt Prue's puddings or her music. The color rose in Morris' face, Marjorie's lip trembled slightly.
"Beg parding, Miss," jerking off his ragged straw hat, "but I thought as how you might be havin' trouble with a tramp," glaring savagely at Miss Prue; "thought I heered a strange voice." "Oh, it's nothing, Sam, nothing but a bird," laughed Molly. "A burrd!" he cried, with an amazed look. "A burrd a-talkin' the likes o' thot? May all the saints defend us!"
You have the soul of a poet, that's what is the matter with you. You are a nature-fiend, as Carol would say." Fairy turned abruptly from the window. "Don't talk for a minute, Prue, I want to write." So Prudence stood quietly in the window, listening to the pencil scratching behind her. "Listen now, Prue, how is this?" Fairy had a clear expressive voice, "a bright voice," Prudence called it.
"I couldn't help it," said Marjorie. "I would not have come if I could have stayed at home." "Is that proud heart satisfied now?" "Perhaps it oughtn't to be if it is proud." "We will not argue about it now as there's somebody waiting for you down-stairs." "I don't want to see him now." "Suppose he wants to see you." "Aunt Prue! I wish I could be selfish just a few minutes." "You may. A whole hour.
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