"'Ever your
"'Prudence.'"
As Carolyn finished reading the letter she folded it carefully and stood there in silence.
Her mother drew a long breath. She contemplatively patted a bow of ribbon on her morning dress.
"That's just like Prudence Ffolliott," she said, at last.
"What is like her?"
"Why, starting off and coming home all in a moment like that."
"She has been abroad more than a year."
"Has she? Well, I've missed her unaccountably, but I must say I was relieved when she went. And now I shall be glad when she comes."
Carolyn turned her head and gazed at her mother for a moment. Then she smiled, slightly, as she said, "One is bound to miss Prue one way or the other."
Mrs. Ffolliott continued to smooth the bow of ribbon.