The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1918-03-07
PRUDENCE SAYS SO
By ETHEL HUSTON
The Story of Houseful of Lovsable Girls
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on the harness hook. And hurry Don't
stop to ask questions, just trot along
and do as you're told"
Carol returned again to her toilet.
"Well, l guess / have tine to powder
after all. l don't suppose we'll need
to take any money, auntie, do you? We
won't be able to spend 1t in the coun-
try"
"I think you'd better take a little.
They might drive to town, or go to n
social, or something"
"Can't do ii. Haven't n cent"
SWELL guess l can lena you a lit
tie" was the smiling reply. 1t was a
standing joke in the family that Carol
had been financially hard pressed ever
since she began using powder several
years previous.
"Are you fond of Jim, Carol" Lark
! Jumped away backward in the CONVEX
sation, asking the question gravely, her
eyes upon her sisters face.
"Hum! Yes, / am" was the light
retort. Didn't Prudence teach US to
love everybody"
"DOn't be silly. / mean If he pro-
poses to you, are you going to turn him
down. or nOt?"
"What would you advise, Lark"
Carols brows were painfully knitted.
"He's got five hundred acres of land.
worth at least hundred an acre, and
lot Of money in the bank-his mother
didn't say how much, but / imagine
several thousand anyhow. And he has
that nice big house, and an auto, and
oh, everything nice! Think of the
fruit trees, Larkiel And he's good
| looking, too. And his mother says he
is always good-natured even before
breakfast. and that's very exceptional,
you know! Veryl ] don't know that
1 could do much better, do you,
auntie? Tn sure I'd look cute in a
sunbonnet and apron, milking the
cows! So, boss, so, there, nowI So,
bossp'
"Why, Carolv'
''But there are objections, too. They
have pigs. 1 can't bear pigs PoooOey,
pooooeyl The filthy little thingsi
don't know-Jim and the gray suit
and the auto and the cows are very
nice, but when / think of Jim and
overalls and pigs and onions and
freckles 1 have goose flesh. Here they
comet Where's that other slipper?
oh, it's clear under the bed ~ She
wriggled after it, coming out again
breathess. did / rub the powder all
Off?' she asked, anxiously.
The low honk OF the car sounded
outside, and the twins dumped mis-
cellaneOus assortment of toilet arti-
Giles into the battered suitcase and
the tattered hand bag. Carol grabbed
her hat from Connie, leisurely strolling
through the hall with it, and sent her
flying after her gloves. eff you can't
find mine, bring your own," she called
after her.
Aunt Grace and Connie escorted
them triumphaptly down the walk to
the waiting car where the young man
in the new sentimental gray suit stood
beside the open door. His face was
boyishly eager, and his eyes were full
of a satisfaction that had a sort of
looked at him and sighed. "Poor
boy" she thought. HE is nicei Carol
is a mean little thingl"
He smiled at the twins impartialiy.
"Shall we flip q coin to see who i get
in front?" he asked them, laughing.
His mother leaned out from the bach
seat, and smiled at the girls very cor
daily. Hurry, twinnies," she said,
1--WE must start, or Wen be late for
supper. Come in with me, won't you,
Larkle?"
"What a greasy schemer she is"
thought Carol, climbing into her place
without delay.
Jim placed the battered suitcase and
the tattered bag beneath the seat and
drew the rug over his mothers knees.
Then he went to Lark's side, and
tucked 1t carefully about her feet.
"It's awfully dusty" he said. "You
shouldn't have dolled up so. Shall
put your purse in my pocket? Don't
forget you promised to feed the chick
ens-rm counting on you to do ii for
me-"
Then he stepped in beside Carol,
laughing into her bright face, and the
good-bys rang back and forth as the
car rolled away beneath the heavy
arch of oak leaves that rooted In
Maple avenue.
The twins fairly reveled in the glo-
ries of the country through the golden
; days that followed, and enjoyed every
! minute of every day, and begrudged
the hours they spent In sleep. The
time slipped by like banana skins, "
; declared Carol GROSSLY, and refused to
! explain her comparison. And the last
day of their visit came. Supper was
over at seven o'clock and Lark said
with something of usefulness In her
voice, 'I'm going out to the orchard
: for farewell weep all by myself. And
: don't any of you disturb me-Tm SO
ugly when l cry"
, SO she set out alone, and Jim, q
little awkwardly, suggested that Carol
take turn or so up and down the
lane with him. Mrs. Forrest stood at
the window and watched them, tear.
ful-eyed, but with tenderness.
!. 4 Il II.