PRUDY'S KNITTING-WORK
Susy felt as if she had been sadly to blame, and for a long time was very watchful of her little sister.
"Your name is Susy," said the child; "and your middle name is Sister Susy, and you take the care o' me!"
"No, I don't," thought Susy to herself. "If I had taken any care of you at all, you wouldn't have climbed those ladders."
When Prudy was four years old, she teased to go to school, and her mother decided to let her go until she grew tired of it.
"O, dear!" sighed Susy, the first day she took her; "she'll talk out loud, I just about know she will, she's such a little chatter-box."
"Poh; no I shan't," said Prudy. "I ain't a checker-box, Susy Parlin; but you are! I shan't talk in school, nor I shan't whisper, never in my world!"
When they got home that night, Mrs. Parlin asked if Prudy had whispered in school.
"No, ma'am. I never done such a thing—I guess. Did I, Susy? How much I didn't talk to you, don't you know?"
"O, she was pretty good, mother," said Susy; "but she cried once so I had to go out with her."