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Updated: June 12, 2025
How I wish they would come alive!" Even as she said the last word she saw a smile dawn upon Prue's face. She did not drop the album this time but held tightly on to it, closed her eyes, and counted twenty. When she opened them there stood Prue, looking as good and sweet as ever. "Oh, I am glad to see you!" Mollie exclaimed, sitting up and holding out her hands.
But Steele's letters to Prue, his wife, are no such simple matter. The turn we shall give them depends upon the unheard tone whereto they reply. And there is room for conjecture. It has pleased the more modern of the many spirits of banter to supply Prue's eternal silence with the voice of a scold. It is painful to me to complain of Thackeray; but see what a figure he makes of Prue in "Esmond."
"Fly, children, scoot, and hop into bed as you are. Jabez " But Jabez had already vanished through the back door and had shut himself in Prue's stable. Up the back stairs the children scuttled, shoes in hand, and melted away into their various rooms without a sound. Kitty stayed a moment with Tony to help him into bed, and as she crept out of his room the sound of voices in the hall reached her.
She held out her arms to the screaming child, who went to her at once, growing more quiet the moment he felt her tender clasp. "There! Now I hope I kin git a minute to myself. Where you been, anyhow, Sairay?" "At Miss Prue's she called me in. Mother, there's been a pin pricking him!
But, she reflected, different times have different ways; there was no Guide Law in 1878, and perhaps Prue's mother was very extra strict, in which case "all's fair in love and war", so she followed Prue into the house. It was, to her eyes, an unusual sort of house, all built on the ground floor, so that there was no staircase. The front door opened into a square hall with doors on all sides.
Kemlo was knitting stockings for Morris in her steamer chair. Marjorie was glad of Prue's encircling arms. She hid her face in the child's hair while Hollis passed her and spoke to Miss Prudence. Miss Prudence would be strong. Marjorie did not fear anything for her. It might be cowardly, but she must run away from his mother.
Music, with the two hours a day practicing that she resolutely never omitted, all the school lessons, reading and letters, and the conscientious preparation of her lesson for Bible class, was most assuredly sufficient to tax her mental and physical strength, and there was the daily walk of a mile to and from school, and other things numberless to push themselves in for her comfort and Prue's.
For a time they drove on without speaking, Prue's regular footfalls, the noise of the wheels, and the sharp, clear calls of the birds alone breaking the silence. Kitty was thinking deeply, trying to summon courage to make her earnest, final appeal, and wondering how to begin. "Father," she began at last, "I I wish you would give us one more chance trial, I mean.
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.
Why, as I was inly praying Prue's forgiveness for my solitary ramble and consequent demise, a glance like the fulness of summer splendor gushed over me; the odor of flowers and of eastern gums made all the atmosphere.
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