"Did you ever have a lover, Prudence? A real lover, I mean."
"No, I, never did."
"I'm awfully glad of that. I'll——"
"Prudence, do you use half milk and half water for creamed tomato soup, or all milk?"
"What?—Oh!—All milk, Connie, and tell Fairy not to salt it until it is entirely done, or it may curdle."
"What in the world would they ever do without you, Prudence? You are the soul of the parsonage, aren't you?"
"No, I am just the cook and the chambermaid," she answered, laughing. "But don't you see how hard it will be for me to go away?"
"But it isn't fair! Vacation is coming now, and Fairy ought to take a turn. What will they do when you get married?"
"I have always said I would not get married."
"But don't you want to get married,—some time?"