Randy carrying Prue in her Arms
Many times Randy was obliged to set Prue upon the wall, just long enough to rest her aching arms; then taking her again, she bravely trudged on toward home.
Just as she concluded that her arms would surely break, she heard the sound of wheels behind her, and looking over her shoulder she saw Obadiah Gray’s old mare, Clover, jogging along and in the wagon the beautiful young girl whom she had so much admired at church.
“There’s that pretty girl whom I saw in church last Sunday,” thought Helen Dayton. “How much prettier she looks without that ugly sunbonnet. Why, she has her little sister in her arms, and the little one is crying. I’ll stop and speak to them.” Old Clover, always delighted to stop, came to a standstill, and Randy looked up shyly at Helen’s beautiful face.
“Are you not tired?” said Miss Dayton. “I see that you are carrying your little sister.” Then, as she noticed the swollen foot, she said: “Oh, how did she hurt her foot? Do let me take you home.”
Randy was only too glad to accept the invitation so sweetly given; so Prue was gently lifted to a place beside Miss Dayton, and then Randy clambered in, not only thankful for the ride, but positively charmed to be with the lovely driver.