Perhaps she was not a
modern school-girl, perhaps she was as old-fashioned as Miss Prudence
herself.
XXIV.
JUST AS IT OUGHT TO BE.
"I chose my wife, as she did her wedding gown, for qualities that would
wear well."--_Goldsmith._
"Prudence!"
"Well, John," she returned, as he seemed to hesitate.
"Have we arranged everything?"
"Everything! And you have been home three hours."
"Three and a half, if you please; it is now six o'clock."
"Then the tea-bell will ring."
"No; I told Deborah to ring at seven to-night."
"She will think you are putting on the airs of the master."
"Don't you think it is about time? Or, it will be at half past six."
"Why, in half an hour?"
"Half an hour may make all the difference in the world."
"In some instances, yes?"
They were walking up and down the walk they had named years ago "the
shrubbery path." He had found her in the shrubbery path in the old days
when she used to walk up and down and dream her girlish dreams. Like
Linnet she liked her real life better than anything she had dreamed.
Mr. Holmes had returned with his shoulders thrown back, the lines of care
softened into lines of thought, and the slouched hat replaced by a
broad-brimmed panama; his step was quick, his voice had a ring in it, the
stern, determined expression was altogether gone; there was a loveliness
in his face that was not in Miss Prudence's own; when his sterner and
stronger nature became sweet, it was very sweet.
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