Lark came upon them as they sat thus, and Lark was angry. She stamped
her foot with a violence that must have hurt her.
"I don't see anything to laugh at," she cried passionately, "it was
awful, it was just awful! Carrie might have been killed! It--it----"
"Tell us all about it, Lark," gasped her father. And Lark did so,
smiling a little herself, now that her fears were relieved. "Poor
Carol," she said, "she'll never live down the humiliation. I must go and
console her."
And a little later, the twins were weeping on each other's shoulders.
"I wouldn't have cared," sobbed Carol, "if it had been anybody else in
the world! But--the presiding elder,--and--the president of the
Presbyterian College! And I know the Presbyterians look down on us
Methodists anyhow, though they wouldn't admit it! And riding a cow! Oh,
Larkie, if you love me, go down-stairs and get me the carbolic acid, so I
can die and be out of disgrace."
This, however, Lark stoutly refused to do, and in a little while Carol
felt much better. But she talked it over with Prudence very seriously.
"I hope you understand, Prudence, that I shall never have anything more
to do with Blinkie! She can die of starvation for all I care. I'll
never take her to and from the pasture again. I couldn't do it! Such
rank ingratitude as that cow displayed was never equaled, I am certain."
"I suppose you'll quit using milk and cream, too," suggested Prudence.
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