"Divide bugs! If professor could hear you now, Prue, he would be sadly
disillusioned. You must just trot up-stairs and get one of the twins'
biology books and cram up a little. He won't expect you to be an
advanced buggist. He can give you points himself. Men do love to have
girls appeal to their superior knowledge, and be admiring and deferent.
Maybe he will 'divide one' for you if you ask him 'please.'"

"I won't do it," declared Prudence. "I don't like bugs anyhow,
and--why, the very pictures of them in the twins' books make me
nervous. I won't do it. You can just tell him I don't feel qualified
to go."

"You've got to go," said Fairy sternly, "for I said you would, and he's
counting on it. He's going to phone you this afternoon and ask you
himself. You've got to go."

At that instant, the telephone rang.

"There's professor!" cried Fairy. "You tell him you are just delighted
to go, and that you are so interested in bugs!"

With a flushed face, Prudence took down the receiver. "Hello," she
said, "this is the parsonage."

And then, a second later, she said, "Yes, this is Prudence."

After that she stood silent for some little time, with Fairy crouched
beside her, trying to hear.

Then spoke Prudence. "Yes, Fairy has been telling me. And it's very