to fly when he yells so. What did Miss Prue hev to say?" "Oh, not much;
her parrot kept interrupting," laughing a little. "I always talk with
her about her books or curiosities, nearly; how pretty it is there!"

"Miss Plunkett comes o' good stock. Her folks hev been sea-captings ever
sence they was pirates, I guess. And she's rich too; she must hev as
much as two thousand in the savings bank down to Norcross, 'sides her
nice home."

"She's good!" said Sara with emphasis, as if nothing else counted for
much.

"Wall, nobody's goin' to say she ain't in Killamet, Sairay, leastways,
not many. In course she's ruther top-headed an' lofty, but it's in the
blood. Ole Cap'n Plunkett was the same, and my! his wife,--Mis'
Pettibone thet was,--she was thet high an' mighty ye couldn't come anigh
her with a ten-foot pole! So it's nateral fur Miss Prue. Now, Sairay,
I'm goin' over to my cousin Lizy's a while, an' if baby--why, he's gone
to sleep, ain't he?"

Sara nodded smilingly, and her mollified mother said, more gently,--

"Wall, my dear, lay him in the cradle, an' then you kin hev a good time
a-readin' while I'm gone. I s'pose you kain't help takin' to books arter
all, seein' as your ma was a school-ma'am."

"Thank you," said Sara, more for the kindness of the tone than the
words, and the little domestic squall that time passed over quite
harmlessly.