“This is a fine chance for us to get acquainted,” said the good woman with eagerness.

Now if the truth must be told, there had been some ill feeling in the Ladies’ Aid Society concerning the reception of Prudence.  After the session of Conference, when the Reverend Mr. Starr was assigned to Mount Mark, the Ladies of the church had felt great interest in the man and his family.  They inquired on every hand, and learned several interesting items.  The mother had been taken from the family five years before, after a long illness, and Prudence, the eldest daughter, had taken charge of the household.  There were five children.  So much was known, and being women, they looked forward with eager curiosity to the coming of Prudence, the young mistress of the parsonage.

Mr. Starr had arrived at Mount Mark a week ahead of his family.  The furniture had been shipped from his previous charge, and he, with the assistance of a strong and willing negro, had “placed it” according to the written instructions of Prudence, who had conscientiously outlined just what should go in every room.  She and the other children had spent the week visiting at the home of their aunt, and Prudence had come on a day in advance of the others to “wind everything up,” as she had expressed it.

But to return to the Ladies,—­the parsonage girls always capitalized the Ladies of their father’s church, and indeed italicized them, as well.  And the irrepressible Carol had been heard to remark, “I often feel like exclamation-pointing them, I promise you.”  But to return once more.

“One of us should go and help the dear child,” said Mrs. Scott, the president of the Aids, when they assembled for their business meeting, “help her, and welcome her, and advise her.”

“I was thinking of going over,” said one, and another, and several others.

“Oh, that will not do at all,” said the president; “she would be excited meeting so many strangers, and could not properly attend to her work.  That will never do, never, never!  But one of us must go, of course.”

“I move that the president appoint a committee of one to help Miss Prudence get settled, and welcome her to our midst,” said Mrs. Barnaby, secretly hoping that in respect for her making this suggestion honoring the president, the president would have appreciation enough to appoint Mrs. Barnaby herself as committee.

The motion was seconded, and carried.

“Well,” said Mrs. Scott slowly, “I think in a case like this the president herself should represent the society.  Therefore, I will undertake this duty for you.”

But this called forth a storm of protest and it became so clamorous that it was unofficially decided to draw cuts!  Which was done, and in consequence of that drawing of cuts, Mrs. Adams now sat on the front porch of the old gray parsonage, cheered by the knowledge that every other Lady of the Aid was envying her!