"But my sweet-pease will be enough, only I want to know if there is really such a little girl, so I can send them. Is there, Papa?"
"Well, I am sure we can find such a little girl, if we try. And I know she'd be glad for some sweet-pease. And now here's a little story that I really didn't make up, but read a long time ago.
"Once upon a time there were two friars—"
"What are friars?" asked Prue. "Do they fry things?"
"Well, not exactly, though one of these did do some stewing, and the other, too, perhaps, though in a different way. A friar is a kind of priest, and these two had done something which the abbot, who is the head priest, did not like, so he punished them."
"What did they do?" asked Prue, who liked to know just what people could be punished for.
"I don't remember now. It's so long—"
"What do you s'pose it was?"
"Well, I really can't s'pose, but it may have been because they forgot their prayers. Abbots don't like friars to forget their prayers—"
"If I should forget my prayers, I'd say 'em twice to make up."