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"I daresay all the little towns and villages in this neighbourhood are full of petty discords, jealousies, envyings and spites, even Prue's mother, Mrs. Clodder, may have, and probably has, a neighbour whom she hates, and wishes to get the better of, in some way or other, for there is really no such thing as actual peace anywhere except in the grave!
"Have you read the 'New Bath Guide'? It is the only thing in fashion, and is a new and original kind of humour. Miss Prue's conversation I doubt you will paste down, as Sir W. St.
They were cousins, and something alike in face and manner, though the spirituality in Miss Prue's visage became a sort of shrewd good-humor in that of Mrs. Norris; and now each proceeded in a characteristic way to her duty.
"Simon," commanded the Ancient, "hold thy tongue, lad; I says again, if Peter's been an' rose Prue's 'opes only to dash 'em 't will be a bad day for Prue, you mark my words; Prue's a lass as don't love easy, an' don't forget easy." "Why, true, Gaffer, true, God bless 'er!" "She be one as 'ud pine slow an' quiet, like a flower in the woods, or a leaf in autumn ah! fade, she would, fade an' fade!"
I know the way to the deepot, Prue, Yes sir, we'll go'n see Randy. I guess she'll be glad 'nough ter see us 'n wont you be glad to see her, though?" Little Prue's eyes grew round with delight. Since Randy was to be away from home, of course the best thing would be to go to her. "Do you truly know the way?" asked Prue, eagerly, laying her little hand upon Hi's arm. "Guess I do.
The neighbors declared she could make pudding and cake better than any girl of her age; but stale bread from Prue's hand was ambrosia to my palate. "She who makes every thing well, even to making neighbors speak well of her, will surely make a good wife," said I to myself when I knew her; and the echo of a half century answers, "a good wife."
"Aunts!" exclaimed Jerry, not understanding Prue's Scottish- Australian pronunciation. "Why the dickens should we find aunts in a river-bed? Do they all drown themselves out here? Aunts can be jolly nice too or jolly nasty, according to circs." "They're always nasty here," Grizzel said emphatically, "I never met a nice ant in my life. They bite like red-hot nippers." "Bite!
Sometimes, too, "Pinkie," the yellow cat, would seat herself on the narrow sill of the stable window, close to Prue's cheek, until, finding the air too chilly, or the children too noisy, or sleep overcoming her, she would go inside and curl herself up on Prue's back for a nap. To-day, though, neither Prue nor Pinkie were to be seen.
Sylvia left Prue and Jessie to enjoy Faith, and while she fabricated some trifle with scarlet silk and an ivory shuttle, she listened to the conversation of the gentlemen who roved about the room till a remark of Prue's brought the party together. "Helen Chesterfield has run away from her husband in the most disgraceful manner."
A wide white hat was wreathed with primroses and green leaves. It was indeed a charming frock, and so modern that Mollie thought she might have worn it at home without anyone being surprised at anything except her unusual smartness. Prudence and Grizzel wore dresses fashioned in precisely the same way, but Prue's muslin was sprigged with pink rosebuds, while Grizzel's dots were green.
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