"Yes, true every word. And then her husband died and she came to live with Aunt Prue's father and mother ever so long ago. And she cried and it was sad."
"But I know she knows some funny stories. She will tell you about Aunt
Prue when she was little."
"She has told me. And about my papa. He used to like to have muffins for tea."
"Oh, I know! Now I know! I'll take you to Lizzie Harrowgate's to stay until I come from school. You will like that. There is a baby there and a little girl four years old. Do you want to go?"
"If I can't go to school, I do," in a resigned voice.
"And you must not speak of school; remember, Prue, do not say that you wanted to go, or that I wouldn't take you; do not speak of school at all."
"No, I will not," promised Prue; "and when that thing doesn't happen any more you will take me?"
XIX.
A STORY THAT WAS NOT VERY SAD.
"Children have neither past nor future; and, what scarcely ever happens to us, they enjoy the present."—Bruyére.