father, I am most mightily glad we've hit the luxury-land at last. I'm
sure we'll all feel much more religious in a parsonage that has a
bathroom and electric lights! Oh, father!"

He had thrown open the door, and Prudence stood upon the threshold of
her new home. It was not a fashionable building, by any means. The
hall was narrow and long, and the staircase was just a plain
businesslike staircase, with no room for cushions, and flowers, and
books. The doors leading from the hall were open, and Prudence caught
a glimpse of three rooms furnished, rather scantily, in the old
familiar furniture that had been in that other parsonage where Prudence
was born, nineteen years before.

Together she and her father went from room to room, up-stairs and down,
moving a table to the left, a bed to the right,--according to her own
good pleasure. Afterward they had a cozy luncheon for two in the
"dining-room."

"Oh, it is so elegant to have a dining-room," breathed Prudence
happily. "I always pretended it was rather fun, and a great saving of
work, to eat and cook and study and live in one room, but inwardly the
idea always outraged me. Is that the school over there?"

"Yes, that's where Connie will go. There is only one high school in
Mount Mark, so the twins will have to go to the other side of town,--a
long walk, but in good weather they can come home for dinner.--I'm
afraid the kitchen will be too cold in winter, Prudence,--it's hardly
more than a shed, really. Maybe we'd----"

"Oh, father, if you love me, don't suggest that we move the stove in