"No, not I," said Prue, "I think Patty more nice than wise."
"Oh, then, come along like a good Girl, and let's go together."
"But, Tom," says my Father, "I shall put a Spoke in that Wheel, unless you promise you won't forsake her as you did Patty last Night."
"I'll promise you a Dozen Times, Uncle, if you think that will make it more secure."
"No, if you promise once in earnest, that will do."
"I do promise."
"But, Tom," put in my dear Mother, "I share Patty's Objections to the Play-House, and I think two such young Heads as you and Prue are hardly to be trusted there. In short, I would rather she did not go."
Prue pouted a little on this—My Father began to chafe.
"Fiddlesticks, my Dear," says he, "you and I often went to a Play together when we were young, and why shouldn't they?"