"I wish I could go to the table, too," said Prudence, looking at her father wistfully, "I could lie on the old lounge out there."
"And have your supper on a tray, of course. Can you carry her, father?"
"I can!" volunteered Jerrold promptly. "I have done it."
"I think between us we can manage. We'll try it." And Prudence heroically endured the pain of being moved, for the sake of seeing Jerrold at the table with her parsonage family. For to her surprise, she realized that she could not bear that even a few minutes should pass, when she could not see the manly young face with the boyish mouth and the tender eyes!
Prudence, at last, was aroused from her slumber.
CHAPTER XIII
SHE ORDERS HER LIFE
"Prudence, are you going to Aunt Grace's early in the summer, or late?" demanded Fairy.
"Oh, let's not talk of that now. There's plenty of time."