Please hurry, Fairy, and then call the others.
The oatmeal is ready."
Fairy went soberly down cellar, and brought up the golden sirup. Then,
ostensibly to call her sisters, she hurried up the stairs.
"Girls," she began, carefully closing the door of their room behind
her. "Jerry has gone, and isn't coming back any more. And for
goodness' sake, don't keep asking questions about it. Just eat your
breakfast as usual, and have a little tact."
"Gone!"
"Yes."
"A lovers' quarrel," suggested Lark, and her eyes glittered greedily.
"Nothing of the sort. And don't keep staring at Prue, either. And do
not keep talking about Jerry all the time. You mind me, or I will tell
papa."
"That's funny," said Carol thoughtfully. "We left them kissing each
other like mad in the back yard last night,--and this morning he has
gone to return no more. They are crazy."
"Kissing! In the back yard! What are you talking about?"
Carol explained, and Fairy looked still more thoughtful and perturbed.
She opened the door, and called out to them in a loud and breezy voice,
"Hurry, girls, for breakfast is ready, and there's no time to waste in
a parsonage on Sunday morning." Then she added in a whisper, "And
don't you mention Jerry, and don't ask Prudence what makes her so pale,
or you'll catch it!"
Then she went to her father's door. "Breakfast is ready, papa," she
called clearly.
Pages:
229
230
231
232
233
234
235
236
237
238
239
240
241
242
243
244
245
246
247
248
249
250
251
252
253