The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1878-10-16
POETRY.
MISCELLANY.
nov PRUE vIsIrED THE mIsIsrERs.

ROW PRUE vISITED THE MINISTER'S.
g" suppose you have called on the minis
ter and his wife?" Aunt Hannah said to
Prue's mother.
"No, haven't yet" answered she. at
ought to have done SO, but I've been so very
busy ! You know Tn always busy at this
season, getting the boys clothes made for
winter. School begins next week, and they
need new coats. I'm sorry couldn't call on
them, as I think it our duty to try and make
them feel at home, and not as If they had
come into neighborhood of strangers"
Yes, you ought to run over as soon as
you can, If You don't stay five minutes" said
Aunt Hannah. 81 like our new minister very
much, and his wife is such sweet little wo-
man that know you will like her, assure
you. fancy she's trifie homesick, and If
you could drop in for half an hour, soon, it
might do her good. She told me she'd never
been away from home much, and you know
our neighborhood hasn't the knack of getting
acquainted With newcomers right away so |
don't wonder she feels lonely. What's that
you're doing Mary s-putting in the sleeve
wrong side to, as sure as can be ! Let me
help you," and then Aunt Hannah and Pruo' s
mother fell to work on the coat, and quite for
got all about the minister's wife for time.
Now, Prue had heard every word Aunt
Hannah had said. If you had been watching
her as she busted herself with her doll, you
wouldn't have suspected she was paying any
attention to the conversation, but her sharp
| little ears did hear it, and it set her to think
ing. If her mother ought to call on the min
ister's wife, wasn't she under some obligation
to do the same? OF course she was She'd
been waiting to go somewhere all day. Why
couldn't she run over and make her call
now?
Say mamma, can't tall on the minister
fo'kses ?" asked she, pulling at her mothers
sleeve.
Dear me, how queer that l can't get these
pieces to 1T - Mrs. Deane was saying when
nrue m:da her inquiry. "This facing ought
to go here, hadn't it, Hannah What's that,
Prue? Want to call on the minister's folks ?
Why, yes, they'd be delighted to see you,
of course. There that's the way that goes,
isn't it? And now this pocket-lid has to be
sewcd in this way before it's stitched doesn't
it? Pockets always puzzle me-"
An may do now, an wear our new bun
nit an tloak ?'' asked Prue, all on tip-to with
anticipation.
Yes, You may get Your bonnet and cloak,
for all care answered her mother, without
any idea what Prue's request had been, be-
tho vague one that there was something a.
bout bonnet and cloak in It, "Hannah, do
wish you'd see what as this pocket-lid."
Prue ran up stairs as fast as her feet would
carry her. She dragged open the bureau
drawer in which her mother kept her new
bunnit and tloak," and proceeded to array
herself in them. The cloak was a great deal
too large and long, but she tried to remedy
that by gathering 1t up under her arms. That
didn't look well, and she concluded to wear
her mothers broche shawl instead. So she
got the shawl out and spread it over her
shoulders. The corners were inclined to trip
her up when she attempted to walk, but she
gathered them up in her hands, and set out
on her ''call." She stopped in the garden
and broke off big branch of white chrysan-
themum. "I'll tarry 'em to the minister's
wife," she said, and then she spied late car
nation, and added that to her bouquet
For goodness sake, Robert? ?" exclaimed
the minister's wife, as she looked out of the
window. EDO come here y
"What is % asked the minister, coming
to her side.
81 don't know" she answered; "Old
Mother Goose herself guess and then
both of them burst out laughing at the COM
ical figure coming up the path. 1t was Prue,
trying to look digniied and solemn, as she
supposed person ought to when coming to
call on the minister's folks, with her shawl
trailing on the ground behind her for foot
or more, and her mothers new bonnet slipped
down over her head until there was very little
but bonnet to be seen above her shoulders.
"Oh did you ever see such comical
sight ?" cried the minister's wife. cts some
little girl out promenading in her mothers
things, I'm sure. There! she's knocking"
The minister went to the door and opened
it. Prue walked in with all the dignity and
occurrences imaginable.
Be 'on re minister % she inquired, look
ing up at him critically
believe am, he answered, smiling in
to her plump little face. And who may
you be ?"
90, Pm Prue,'' she answered. An be
'ou re minister's wife ? y to the pretty little
woman who stood by the window looking SO
pleased and amused.
Yes. think am" was the reply
won't you let me take off your bonnet and
shawl?"
Els, dess I'd BETTER" answered Prue,
who liked the looks of both of them, and be-
gan to feel at ease.
Dis is my mozzer's new bunit. She said
might tate it. tum a tallin'.o
Bless your pretty, sweet face I'm so