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The tutor goes back there to teach at the college and Jotham is to board near the university, he says, and have private teachin'." "You'll miss him, Randy, won't you?" queried little Prue. "We shall all wish that he were with us," was Randy's discreet answer. Suddenly Prue exclaimed, "You've got a new dress, Molly; it's a beauty, and it's just like my Randy's." "So it is," said Molly.
At the appointed time Moor entered Mr. Yule's hospitably open door; but no one came to meet him, and the house was as silent as if nothing human inhabited it. He divined the cause of this, having met Prue and Mark going downward some hours before, and saying to himself, "The boat is late," he disturbed no one, but strolled into the drawing-rooms and looked about him.
"Oh, Hi, I've got to sit down again, I'm so tired, and I'm cold, too," she cried. Hi, with all his faults, was a kind-hearted little fellow, so with a deal of gallantry he pulled off his jacket, saying, "This'll make ye warm, Prue, I'm a big boy so I don't mind." Hi heaped a mass of dry leaves together, saying,
At length our cousin went abroad again to Europe. It was many years ago that we watched him sail away, and when Titbottom, and Prue, and I went home to dinner, the grace that was said that day was a fervent prayer for our cousin the curate. Many an evening afterward, the children wanted him, and cried themselves to sleep calling upon his name.
"I knew you'd say that, and I am prepared with an answer. There is, to begin with, the spare room off your living-room." "Oh, that?" broke in Sara, as if Miss Prue had touched on something sacred. "Yes, just that: we all have too much veneration for our spare rooms. Now, answer me truly, of what earthly use is it to you?" "Why, none; but mother's best things"
And when winds blow fiercely and the night-storm rages, and the thought of lost mariners and of perilous voyages touches the soft heart of Prue, I hear a voice sweeter to my ear than that of the syrens to the tempest-tost sailor: "Thank God! Your only cruising is in the Flying Dutchman!" "Look here upon this picture, and on this." Hamlet
She worked at dressmaking; and spent every night at home with Linnet. The next summer the travellers returned from abroad; Mr. Holmes, more perfectly his developed self; little Prue growing up and as charming a girl as ever papa and mamma had hoped for, prayed for, and worked for; and Mrs.
But these young persons were not to be left to settle the affairs of the universe in one morning. A handkerchief waved in the distance by a stoutish lady, interrupted. "There's Cousin Prue," Miss Bentley cried, springing to her feet. Hastily dividing her flowers into two bunches, she thrust one upon the Candy Man. "For your sick boy. You won't mind, as it isn't far.
"It is Mamma's favourite spot, and we often have picnics here," said Prue, hanging her sun-bonnet on a branch of she-oak that spread above them. "There's the water all ready, you see, and there's a place up there where we can light our fire. Mamma sketches, and we bring our books or we hunt for wild flowers; it is always a nice place to be in. Now we can eat our fruit."
Donald G. Mitchell! and George William Curtiss's "Prue and I"; and the latter book was one of the first in which was to be found the flavour of the old Fifth Avenue.
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