Prudence of the Parsonage by Ethel Hueston
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"Some of the trees are close to our fence, too," said Carol slowly. "Very close." Lark glanced up with sudden interest. "That's so," she said. "And the wires on the fence are awfully loose." Carol gazed down into the yard where Constance was absorbed in her book. "Constance oughtn't to read as much as she does," she argued. "It's so bad for the eyes." "Yes, and what's more, she's been getting off too easy the last few days. The time is nearly up." "That's so," said Lark. "Let's call her up here." This was done at once, and the unfortunate Constance walked reluctantly toward the barn, her fascinating story still in her hand. "You see, they've got more apples than they need, and those on the ground are just going to waste," continued Carol, pending the arrival of the little pledge. "The chickens are pecking at them, and ruining them." "It's criminal destruction, that's what it is," declared Lark. Connie stood before them respectfully, as they had instructed her to stand. The twins hesitated, each secretly hoping the other would voice the order. But Lark as usual was obliged to be the spokesman. "Damsel," she said, "it is the will of Skull and Crossbones that you |
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