Prudy Keeping House
ed to speak; nothing about the paroquets, and dried butterflies, and Japanese canoes she pretended to look at; nothing about the chatting and laughing, and very littl
and Dotty had begg
ok as if it had ever been soiled with anything coarser than rose leaves; "I am glad to see
No one who has not had the care of a family can imagine the relief she felt now the cooking was off her mind. But Dotty
What are you scowling at so?
e, "What broke it?" Of course her smile was a make-believe, nothing more nor less than a simper. The la
ried 'em up stairs. Seems to me I dropped 'em in a salt-cellar. No; I thought I'd lay 'em in a boo
as passed her. Her singular behavior surprised Horace, and when she took three olives, whic
lieve you
h all her self-control, forced back the tears. "Wonder if he wanted to make me cry," thought she; "but I wo
, or suspected her of being an idiot. But the moment dinner was over, she stole away from the party, and found her
Horace wouldn't have eaten any dinner. There, when I first got a peek at this b
p, to cover the lower part of the body, and the one at the upper part not quite so thick, for it was to cover the shoulders. Then a sheet of the finest linen was turned over
h surprise, and almost
eavy. But then I don't s'pose she ran on foot. Came in the night, in the car
Dotty was wretched again. She went to a windo
ht came
stars sat,
is golden
big as raspberry seeds. I shouldn't think glass would cost much. And the other was red, like a drop
mfort herself, but cou
table, father will look at me, and say, 'This is on the account of your naughty conduct, child!' O, dear! I can't speak one word, for it will be true, what he says. Grandma Read will have enough to eat; Norah will set it on
some. If she hadn't told me not to so hard, I persume
ful string of beads? One, two, thr
er head, and the air became as
better. But there's one thought keeps coming into my mind: Isn't it wicked to have
Nothing but a watch and wedding-r
way from the morths? I don't believe auntie k
y would have made a jeweller's fortune if he could have
g not to tell, when 'twouldn't make the least difference, and auntie never wears 'em? Ought ne
ad yesterday, real, shaky mad? 'Twas a great deal wickeder for her than it is for me-her disposi
Prudy wouldn't like it any better'n I do. She would th
er did me any good, and didn't have m
ke an accusing angel. "Why, I've been hunting you all over the house. You
y, "or she wouldn't talk about beads. And me wanting to
cle Augustus's to find out whether they came to-night in the cars; but they didn't
y; "now I'll have to-night and
ht just as well stay here all nigh
stay here. Prudy Parlin? Why didn't
you'd like to stay. They are playing so beautifully down stai
want to play with people that have their ha
Pragoff has sent to Mrs. F
in the curtain, and scre
ing to do with you? Pleas
own again. I don't want ever to see
us. It is our Christmas party. You'll mortify Mrs. Pragoff. You k
f from the curtain wi
udy Parlin! You got mad your
es dropped
you want to go back
y's mouth was opening for another question. "Bec
y, not
've done something to my wind
ng at Dotty's fierce grimaces, of which she got a van
I'll have to go right to bed.
Mrs. Pragoff wher
dy was half way dow
sking her. She don't think or care how impoli
rs overawed Prudy. She did wish her mamma had sent a thin summer dress in the trunk. It was dreadful to have to wear woollen, high-necked and long-sleeved. It cost h
agoff, and that's why she stays up stairs. I
; but politeness required her to make s
er steps, and the words, "You poor, forlorn little dear," Dotty
you to become acquainted with thes
hurts me to
childless widow, and children puzzled as well as interested her. She did not know what to make of Dotty's confused statement that she "wasn'
ious? O, that rosary. It is one o
and the beads, my charming dear, for a Christmas present
is a
the beads of
, Lord, as
tiful of rosaries, darling, and all you
nd may the Christ-Child
s. She wished she could push herself through the footboard, and come out at Portland. S
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