afternoon. She is one of our Ladies, and very kind. There, that is
the parsonage!"

Prudence gazed in silence. Many would not have considered it a
beautiful dwelling, but to Prudence it was heavenly. Fortunately the
wide, grassy, shaded lawn greeted one first. Great spreading maples
bordered the street, and clustering rose-bushes lined the walk leading
up to the house. The walk was badly worn and broken to be sure,--but
the roses were lovely! The grass had been carefully cut,--the
father-minister had seen to that. The parsonage, to Prudence's
gratified eyes, looked homey, and big, and inviting. In fact, it was
very nearly gorgeous! It needed painting badly, it is true. The
original color had been a peculiar drab, but most of it had disappeared
long before, so it was no eyesore on account of the color. There were
many windows, and the well-known lace curtains looked down upon
Prudence tripping happily up the little board walk,--or so it seemed to
her.

"Two whole stories, and an attic besides! Not to mention the bathroom!
Oh, father, the night after you wrote there was a bathroom, Constance
thanked God for it when she said her prayers. And I couldn't reprove
her, for I felt the same way about it myself. It'll be so splendid to
have a whole tub to bathe in! I spent half the time bathing this last
week at Aunt Grace's. A tub is so bountiful! A pan is awfully
insufficient, father, even for me! I often think what a trouble it
must be to Fairy! And a furnace, too! And electric lights! Don't you
think there is something awe-inspiring in the idea of just turning a
little knob on the wall, and flooding a whole room with light? I do
revel in electric lights, I tell you. Oh, we have waited a long time
for it, and we've been very patient indeed, but, between you and me,