“She can’t lift her finger ter help me, an’ the ruffles an’ furbelows I have ter iron fer her makes me bile, while she sets aout in the door-yard a rockin’ back’ards an’ for’ards as cool as a cucumber.  She ain’t goin’ ter stay but a week longer with us, an’ then she goes ter stay with her brother Jabez, an’ land knows, I pity Mis’ Brimblecom, fer Sabriny says she’s goin’ ter stay the whole summer.  She’s what ye might call savin’, fer she’s savin’ her board, an’ when she left the Brimblecom’s the last time she spent the summer with ’em, she put a little package in Mis’ Brimblecom’s hand just as she went aout the door, ’Jest a little gift in return for your kindness,’ said Sabriny, in her lofty way.

“After she was gone Mis’ Brimblecom opened the parcel an’ she an’ Jabez just looked at each other, an’ didn’t speak.  Sabriny’s gift was a wire tea strainer!  Barnes sells ’em fer ten cents daown ter the store.”

“I should try, in some way, that she’d understand, ter make her realize that her room was better’n her company,” said Aunt Prudence.

“You think you would,” said Mrs. Weston, “but you’ve a kind heart, an’ while you’d feel like tellin’ her ter go, you wouldn’t do it.”

“Mis’ Brimblecom’s one er the best women that ever lived, an’ it’s provokin’ fer her ter be pestered with Sabriny,” declared Mrs. Hodgkins.

“Wal, I must be goin’,” and away she went, stopping on the way to greet Randy who stood by the wall upon which sat Prue and Tabby.

Long after Mrs. Hodgkins had left them, Randy and Prue sat under the shadow of the blossoming branches, and it seemed to Randy that little Prue had grown more lovely in face and figure.  Her curls were longer, and her sweet eyes darker, her hair had kept its sunny hue, and her coloring was wonderfully like that of the apple blossoms.

Prue was quite unaware of Randy’s loving scrutiny, and she caressed Tabby, humming contentedly, and looking about at the sunlight, the blossoms and the butterflies.  Suddenly she pointed down the road exclaiming,

“Look, Randy, look!  See old Mr. Simpkins coming this way.”

As he espied Randy he hastened toward her.

“Glad ter see ye, glad ter see ye, Randy.  Ye’re lookin’ fine.  Haow be ye, an’ haow’s Boston?”

Randy assured him that the city seemed to be intact when she left it, but he did not hear.

“I expect ye haven’t heared that Timotheus is a lit’rary feller naow, doin’ farm work only ’casionally, so ter speak.

“Oh, ye did hear?” he questioned as Randy nodded assent.

“Wal, he’s a feelin’ pooty big over his two dollars, but he’s kind er riled with the editor man fer thinkin’ his writin’ that he writ was funny.  Timotheus has fixed the attic fer a room ter stay in when he’s a writin’, an’ there he stays, day in, ‘n day aout, a workin’ away at his literatoor.  It’s odd haow boys in one family will hev different idees.  Naow Joel likes store work best.  Wal, here’s some er the boys and girls a comin’ ter see ye, so I’ll be goin’ along.”