"Won't you please decide now to let me go to-day?" she pleaded.
Miss Prudence was sure she had never "spoiled" anybody, but she began to fear that this irresistible little coaxer might prove a notable exception.
"I must think about it awhile, little one."
"Would I like it, Marjorie, at your school?"
"I am sure of it."
"I never went to school. The day I went with you it was ever so nice. I want a copy-book and a pile of books, and I want the girls to call me 'Miss Holmes.'"
"We can do that," said Miss Prudence, gravely. "Morris, perhaps Miss
Holmes would like another bit of steak."
"That isn't it," said Prue, shaking her curls.
"Not genuine enough? How large is your primary class, Marjorie?"
"Twenty, I think. And they are all little ladies. It seems so comical to me to hear the girls call the little ones 'Miss.' Alice Dodd is younger than Prue, and Master McCosh says 'Miss Dodd' as respectfully as though she were in the senior class."