Prudence of the Parsonage by Ethel Hueston
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The Ladies smiled, and Miss Carr, laughing lightly, said, "She is an
attentive creature, isn't she?" Prudence would gladly have flown out into the hall to settle this matter, but she realized that she was on exhibition. Had she done so, the Ladies would have set her down forever after as thoroughly incompetent,--she could not go! But Lark must come to her. "Lark!" This was Prudence's most awful voice, and Lark was bound to heed. "Oh, Prue," she said plaintively, "I'll be there in a minute. Can't you wait just five minutes? Let me run up-stairs first, won't you? Then I'll come gladly! Won't that do?" Her voice was hopeful. But Prudence replied with dangerous calm: "Come at once, Lark." "All right, then," and added threateningly, "but you'll wish I hadn't." Then Lark opened the door,--a woeful figure! In one hand she carried an empty shoe box. And her face was streaked with good rich Iowa mud. Her clothes were plastered with it. One shoe was caked from the sole to the very top button, and a great gash in her stocking revealed a generous portion of round white leg. Poor Prudence! At that moment, she would have exchanged the whole parsonage, bathroom, electric lights and all, for a tiny log cabin in the heart of a great forest where she and Lark might be alone together. |
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