"Why didn"t you tell me that Mr. Sanders was waiting?" demanded Aunt Annie sternly.
Prudence Jane continued to gaze at the carpet.
"Mr. Sanders," said Aunt Annie, who never postponed a disagreeable duty, "we have a little girl here who cannot speak the truth, and we are going to ask you to tell us what becomes of people who tell wrong stories."
The Reverend Mr. Sanders looked ill at ease.
"Come here," continued Aunt Annie, holding out her hand toward the velvet sofa.
Prudence Jane moved reluctantly across the room.
"And now," went on the voice of the accuser, "she has even deceived her minister, and she has come to make her little confession. Tell Mr.
Sanders," directed Aunt Annie, "the truth about that wicked fib."
"Which one?" inquired Prudence Jane meekly.
"You know very well which," answered her exasperated aunt; "the last one."
Prudence Jane lifted her blue eyes from the carpet and looked straight at the unfortunate Mr. Sanders.
"She didn"t give any of it to the Piskerpalyan," she said.
Then she turned and walked discreetly through the portieres. She felt that it was no moment to stay and learn what became of little girls who told whoppers.
"Didn"t give who what?" she could hear Aunt Annie saying vaguely on the other side of the curtains.
But Prudence Jane decided to let her minister explain.
THE GLORY-BOX
BY ELIZABETH ASHE
I
In Southern Ohio a girl"s wedding chest is her Glory-Box. If, like Mabel Bennet, you are the daughter of a successful druggist, the box is of cedarwood, delivered free of charge by the Dayton department stores; but if, like Eunice Day, you are the daughter of an unsuccessful bookkeeper who has left a life insurance inadequate even when supplemented by the salary you earn teaching primary children, then the box is just a box, covered with gay cretonne, and serving the purpose very nicely.
When Eunice Day"s engagement became known, Mabel, remembering the scalloped guest-towels which Eunice had given her some months before, brought over one afternoon an offering wrapped in tissue paper.
"I hope you"ll like this, Eunice," she said. "It"s just a sack,--what they call a matinee. I"ve found them very useful."
Mabel spoke with the slightly complacent air of the three months" bride.
"Why, it"s ever so dear of you to go to so much trouble," said Eunice, taking the package into her hands. She was a tall, slender girl, with dark eyes and a pretty dignity of bearing. "I"ll have to open it right now, I guess. You aren"t in a hurry, are you?"
"Oh, no, not especially. Harry doesn"t get home until quarter past six, and I"ve fixed the vegetables. Just you go ahead."
Eunice untied the white ribbon. "Why, Mabel, it"s beautiful, and such a delicate shade of pink!"
She held the sack at arm"s length.
"I"m glad you like it. It"s nothing wonderful, of course."
"It couldn"t be more pretty, and Stephen loves pink. I wrote him the other day that I had made a pink kimono and I hoped he would like it. He wrote back that pink was--was the color of dawn and apple-blossoms."
Mabel laughed. "Stephen has a funny way of saying things, hasn"t he?"
"Why, I don"t know," said Eunice, flushing.
"Oh, well," went on Mabel good-naturedly, "I do think you look nice in pink with your dark hair. Harry always tells me to stick to blue. It"s the color for blondes. Don"t you want to show me your things? I won"t mind if the ribbons aren"t all run in yet."
"I"d like to show them to you, of course. Come upstairs. They"ll look nicer though when they are all pressed out," said Eunice, laying the sack carefully back in its paper wrappings. She carried it on outstretched palms.
"Do you know when you"re going to be married?" asked Mabel as she reached the top of the narrow stairs.
"We haven"t made plans yet. Probably Stephen won"t want to for another year. It depends on so many things."
"I suppose so," said Mabel, following Eunice into her bedroom. It was a small room but pretty. Eunice had recently put four coats of white paint on her oak set. "Lawyers," continued Mabel sympathetically, "have to wait so much longer. Now Harry knew to a cent what salary he was getting when he proposed to me, and he knew what his raise would probably be for the next two years. The Wire Company is a square concern. There"s your Glory-Box! It looks awfully nice. You made it, didn"t you?"
"Stephen made it when he was on for his vacation last summer. We happened to have the cretonne in the house. Mother wanted me to buy a cedar chest but I thought this would do."
"Oh, one doesn"t really need a cedar chest," said Mabel cheerfully, "and they"re terribly expensive, you know."
"Yes, I do know." Eunice"s face twinkled. "I"ll lay this sack on the bed so it won"t get mussed while I"m showing you the things."
She raised the lid of the Glory-Box, then glanced shyly at the other girl. "You"re the first person I"ve shown them to. I hope you"ll think they"re dainty. There isn"t much lace on them, but mother put in a lot of handwork--feather-st.i.tching."
"Lace is a bother to do up," Mabel said amiably. "I"ve been almost distracted doing up mine."
"Your things were beautiful, though." Eunice was laying piles of carefully folded garments on the edge of the box.
"There, I"ve got it now," she said, getting up from the floor. "This is my prettiest set. I"ve kept it wrapped in dark blue paper. Mother said it would keep white longer."
"Why, they are sweet, Eunice!" Mabel touched the soft white stuff with appraising fingers. "And all made by hand. My, what a lot of work! Your mother must have spent hours on them."
"She did. She said she wanted to do it, though. The other things are plainer." Eunice took them up one by one and showed them. "I won"t let you see the table linen to-day. I"ve done a lot of initialing, but they don"t look really well until they have been washed."
"No, they don"t. Anyway I have to be going. You certainly have nice things, Eunice. That kimono is awfully pretty."
"I like it," said Eunice simply.
"Well, I can"t stay another minute. Don"t you come down to the door now.
You have to put away everything. I"ll just run along. Come and see me.
I"ve got the flat all settled."
"I shall love to, Mabel. Just a moment! You must let me go to the door with you. The Glory-Box can wait."