He wants me to patter along by myself like a--like--like a hen!" Fairy said "hen" very crossly!
"It"s a shame," said Prudence sympathetically. "That"s just what it is.
You wouldn"t say a word to his taking girls home from things, would you?"
"Hum,--that"s a different matter," said Fairy more thoughtfully. "He hasn"t wanted to yet. You see, he"s a man and can go by himself without having it look as though n.o.body wanted to be seen with him. And he"s a stranger over there, and doesn"t need to get chummy with the girls. The boys here all know me, and ask me to go, and--a man, you see, can just be pa.s.sive and nothing happens. But a girl"s got to be downright negative, and it"s no joke. One misses so many good times. You see the cases are different, Prue."
"Yes, that"s so," Prudence a.s.sented absent-mindedly, counting off ten more threads.
"Then you would object if he had dates?" queried Aunt Grace smilingly.
"Oh, no, not at all,--if there was any occasion for it--but there isn"t.
And I think I would be justified in objecting if he deliberately made occasions for himself, don"t you?"
"Yes, that would be different," Prudence chimed in, such "miles away" in her voice, that Fairy turned on her indignantly.
"Prudence Starr, you make me wild," she said. "Can"t you drop that everlasting hemst.i.tching, embroidering, tatting, crocheting, for ten minutes to talk to me? What in the world are you going to do with it all, anyhow? Are you intending to carpet your floors with it?"
"This is a napkin," Prudence explained good-naturedly. "The set cost me fifteen dollars." She sighed.
"Did the veil come?" The clouds vanished magically from Fairy"s face, and she leaned forward with that joy of wedding antic.i.p.ation that rules in woman-world.
"Yes, it"s beautiful. Come and see it. Wait until I pull four more threads. It"s gorgeous."
"I still think you"re making a great mistake," declared Fairy earnestly.
"I don"t believe in big showy church weddings. You"d better change it yet. A little home affair with just the family,--that"s the way to do it. All this satin-gown, orange-blossom elaboration with curious eyes staring up and down--ugh! It"s all wrong."
Prudence dropped the precious fifteen-dollar-a-set napkin in her lap and gazed at Fairy anxiously. "I know you think so, Fairy," she said.
"You"ve told me so several times." Fairy"s eyes twinkled, but Prudence had no intention of sarcasm. "But I can"t help it, can I? We had quite settled on the home wedding, but when the twins discovered that the members felt hurt at being left out, father thought we"d better change over."
"Well, I can"t see that the members have any right to run our wedding.
Besides, it wouldn"t surprise me if the twins made it up because they wanted a big fuss."
"But some of the members spoke to father."
"Oh, just common members that don"t count for much--and it was mighty poor manners of "em, too, if you"ll excuse me for saying so."
"And you must admit, Fairy, that it is lovely of the Ladies" Aid to give that dinner at the hotel for us."
"Well, they"ll get their money"s worth of talk out of it afterward. It"s a big mistake.--What on earth are the twins doing out there? Is that Jim Forrest with them? Listen how they are screaming with laughter! Would you ever believe those twins are past fifteen, and nearly through their junior year? They haven"t as much sense put together as Connie has all alone."
"Come and see the veil," said Prudence, rising. But she dropped back on the step again as Carol came rushing toward them at full speed, with Lark and a tall young fellow trailing slowly, laughing, behind her.
"The mean things!" she gasped. "They cheated!" She dropped a handful of pennies in her aunt"s lap as she lay in the hammock. "We"ll take "em to Sunday-school and give "em to the heathen, that"s what we"ll do. They cheated!"
"Yes, infant, who cheated, and how, and why? And whence the startling array of pennies? And why this unwonted affection for the heathen?"
mocked Fairy.
"Trying to be a blank verse, Fairy? Keep it up, you haven"t far to go!--There they are! Look at them, Aunt Grace. They cheated. They tried to get all my hard-earned pennies by nefarious methods, and--"
"And so Carol stole them all, and ran! Sit down, Jim. My, it"s hot. Give me back my pennies, Carol."
"The heathen! The heathen!" insisted Carol. "Not a penny do you get. You see, Aunt Grace, we were matching pennies,--you"d better not mention it to father. We"ve turned over a new leaf now, and quit for good. But we were matching--and they made a bargain that whenever it was my turn, one of them would throw heads and one tails, and that way I never could win anything. And I didn"t catch on until I saw Jim wink, and so of course I thought it was only right to give the pennies to the heathen."
"Mercy, Prudence," interrupted Lark. "Are you doing another napkin? This is the sixteenth dozen, isn"t it? You"d better donate some of them to the parsonage, I think. I was so ashamed when Miss Marsden came to dinner. She opened her napkin out wide, and her finger went right through a hole. I was mortified to death--and Carol laughed. It seems to me with three grown women in the house we could have holeless napkins, one for company, anyhow."
"How is your mother, Jim?"
"Just fine, Miss Prudence, thank you. She said to tell you she would send a basket of red Junes to-morrow, if you want them. The twins can eat them, I know. Carol ate twenty-two when they were out Sat.u.r.day."
"Yes, I did, and I"m glad of it," said Carol stoutly. "Such apples you never saw, Prudence. They"re about as big as a thimble, and two-thirds core. They"re good, they"re fine, I"ll say that,--but there"s nothing to them. I could have eaten as many again if Jim hadn"t been counting out loud, and I got kind of ashamed because every one was laughing. If I had a ranch as big as yours, Jim, I"ll bet you a dollar I"d have apples bigger than a dime!"
""Bet you a dollar,"" quoted Fairy.
"Well, I"ll wager my soul, if that sounds more like Shakespeare. Don"t go, Jim, we"re not fighting. This is just the way Fairy and I make love to each other. You"re perfectly welcome to stay, but be careful of your grammar, for now that Fairy"s a senior--will be next year, if she lives--she even tries to teach father the approved method of doing a ministerial sneeze in the pulpit."
"Think I"d better go," decided the tall good-looking youth, laughing as he looked with frank boyish admiration into Carol"s sparkling face.
"With Fairy after my grammar, and you to criticize my manner and my morals, I see right now that a parsonage is no safe place for a farmer"s son." And laughing again, he thrust his cap into his pocket, and walked quickly out the new cement parsonage walk. But at the gate he paused to call back, "Don"t make a mistake, Carol, and use the heathen"s pennies for candy."
The girls on the porch laughed, and five pairs of eyes gazed after the tall figure rapidly disappearing.
"He"s nice," said Prudence.
"Yes," a.s.sented Carol. "I"ve got a notion to marry him after a little.
That farm of his is worth about ten thousand."
"Are you going to wait until he asks you?"
"Certainly not! Anybody can marry a man after he asks her. The thing to do, if you want to be really original and interesting, is to marry him before he asks you and surprise him."
"Yes," agreed Lark, "if you wait until he asks you he"s likely to think it over once too often and not ask you at all."
"Doesn"t that sound exactly like a book, now?" demanded Carol proudly.
"Fairy couldn"t have said that!"
"No," said Fairy, "I couldn"t. Thank goodness!--I have what is commonly known as brains. Look it up in the dictionary, twins. It"s something you ought to know about."
"Oh, Prudence," cried Lark dramatically, "I forgot to tell you. You can"t get married after all."
For ten seconds Prudence, as well as Fairy and their aunt, stared in speechless amazement. Then Prudence smiled.
"Oh, can"t I? What"s the joke now?"
"Joke! It"s no joke. Carol"s sick, that"s what"s the joke. You can"t be married without Carol, can you?"
A burst of gay laughter greeted this announcement.
"Carol sick! She acts sick!"
"She looks sick!"