parsonage. Parsonage life had been running smoothly for as much as ten
days past, and Prudence, in view of that ten days' immunity, was
beginning to feel that the twins, if not Connie also, were practically
reared!

"Mount Mark is a dear old place,--a duck of a place, as the twins would
say,--and I'm quite sorry there's a five-year limit for Methodist
preachers. I should truly like to live right here until I am old and
dead."

Then she paused, and bowed, and smiled. She did not recognize the
bright-faced young woman approaching, but she remembered just in time
that parsonage people are marked characters. So she greeted the
stranger cordially.

"You are Miss Starr, aren't you?" the bright-faced woman was saying.
"I am Miss Allen,--the principal of the high school, you know."

"Oh, yes," cried Prudence, thrusting forth her hand impulsively, "oh,
yes, I know. I am so glad to meet you."

Miss Allen was a young woman of twenty-six, with clear kind eyes and a
strong sweet mouth. She had about her that charm of manner which can
only be described as winsome womanliness. Prudence gazed at her with
open and honest admiration. Such a young woman to be the principal of
a high school in a city the size of Mount Mark! She must be
tremendously clever. But Prudence did not sigh. We can't all be
clever, you know. There must be some of us to admire the rest of us!

The two walked along together, chatting sociably on subjects that meant