"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."
"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.
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