"What now?" Miss Prudence asked. "Morris, this girl is an enthusiast!"
She was standing behind Marjorie's chair and touched her hair as she spoke.
"Oh, have you heard it all?" cried Marjorie, springing up.
"No, I came in this instant; I only heard that Morris must not decide hastily, but tell me all about it, which is certainly good advice, and while we are at breakfast Morris shall tell me."
"I can't, before Prue," said Morris.
"Then we will have a conference immediately afterward. Deborah's muffins must not wait or she will be cross, and she has made muffins for me so many years that I can't allow her to be cross."
Morris made an attempt to be his usual entertaining self at the breakfast table, then broke down suddenly.
"Miss Prudence, I'm so full of something that I can't talk about anything else."
"I'm full of something too," announced Prue. "Aunt Prue, when am I going to Marjorie's school."
"I have not decided, dear."