Little Prudy's Sister Susy by Sophie [pseud.] May
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tell me how it looks?"
"O," said Prudy, peeping into it, "your eye looks very well, ma'am; don't you '_xcuse_ it; it looks well enough for _me_." "Ahem!" said Mrs. Piper, laughing, and settling her head-dress, which was Susy's red scarf: "are your feet warm, Mrs. Shotwell?" "Thank you, ma'am," replied Prudy, "I don't feel 'em cold. O, dear, if your husband was all deaded up, I guess you'd cry, Mrs. Piper." Susy and Flossy looked at each other, and smiled. They thought Prudy seemed more like herself than they had known her for a long time. "You must go right out of the parlor, Betsey," said Mrs. Piper, flourishing the poker; "I mean you, Susy--the parlor isn't any place for hired girls." "Ma'am?" said Susy, inclining her head to one side, in order to hear better. "O, dear! the plague of having a deaf girl!" moaned Mrs. Piper. "You don't know how trying it is, Mrs. Shotwell! That hired girl, Betsey, hears with her elbows, Mrs. Shotwell; I verily believe she does!" "O, no, ma'am," replied Prudy; "I guess she doesn't hear with her elbows, does she? If she _heard_ with her elbows, she wouldn't have to ask you over again!" This queer little speech set Mr. Piper and his wife, and their servant, |
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