"Tom!—" said Prudence, very indignantly, "it was Mr. Fenwick!"
"How should I know who he was?" rejoined Tom unconcernedly, "I thought he might be a Thief."
"A Thief, indeed!" muttered Prue, as she buttered her Roll.
"Well, Prue," said he briskly, "I gave Patty a Treat last Night, so now it's your Turn."
"You did give Patty a Treat, indeed, my Lad," says my Father ironically.
"I'm glad she found it so, Uncle," says he, quite cheerfully, "so, To-Night, Prudence, I'll take you to the Play."
"I don't know that I want to go," says Prudence.
"Oh! very well, then I'll take Patty."
"Thank you, Tom," said I, "but I don't quite approve of Theatrical Amusements."
"You don't? Oh my Goodness!—And do you disapprove of them, Prue?"