Miss Prudence. Mrs. Nathaniel Conklin

      Published by Good Press, 2019

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      EAN 4064066165239

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       MISS PRUDENCE.

       I.

       II.

       III.

       IV.

       V.

       VI.

       VII.

       VIII.

       IX.

       X.

       XI.

       XII.

       XIII.

       XIV.

       XV.

       XVI.

       XVII.

       XVIII.

       XIX.

       XX.

       XXI.

       XXII.

       XXIII.

       XXIV.

       XXV.

       XXVI.

       XXVII.

       XXVIII.

       XXIX.

       XXX.

       XXXI.

      CHAP

      I. AFTER SCHOOL

      II. EVANGELIST

      III. WHAT "DESULTORY" MEANS

      IV. A RIDE, A WALK, A TALK, AND A TUMBLE

      V. TWO PROMISES

      VI. MARJORIE ASLEEP AND AWAKE

      VII. UNDER THE APPLE-TREE

      VIII. BISCUITS AND OTHER THINGS

      IX. JOHN HOLMES

      X. LINNET

      XI. GRANDMOTHER

      XII. A BUDGET OF LETTERS

      XIII. A WEDDING DAY

      XIV. A TALK AND ANOTHER TALK

      XV. JEROMA

      XVI. MAPLE STREET

      XVII. MORRIS

      XVIII. ONE DAY

      XIX. A STORY THAT WAS NOT VERY SAD

      XX. "HEIRS TOGETHER"

      XXI. MORRIS AGAIN

      XXII. TIDINGS

      XXIII. GOD'S LOVE

      XXIV. JUST AS IT OUGHT TO BE

      XXV. THE WILL OF GOD

      XXVI. MARJORIE'S MOTHER

      XXVII. ANOTHER WALK AND ANOTHER TALE

      XXVIII. THE LINNET

      XXIX. ONE NIGHT

      XXX. THE COSEY CORNER

      XXXI. AND WHAT ELSE?

      MISS PRUDENCE.

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      AFTER SCHOOL.

      "Our content is our best having."—Shakespeare.

      Nobody had ever told Marjorie that she was, as somebody says we all are, three people—the Marjorie she knew herself, the Marjorie other people knew, and the Marjorie God knew. It was a "bother" sometimes to be the Marjorie she knew herself, and she had never guessed there was another Marjorie for other people to know, and the Marjorie God knew and understood she did not learn much about for years and years. At eleven years old it was hard enough to know about herself—her naughty, absent-minded, story-book-loving self. Her mother said that she loved story-books entirely too much, that they made her absent-minded and forgetful, and her mother's words were proving themselves true this very afternoon. She was a real trouble to herself and there was no one near to "confess" to; she never could talk about herself unless enveloped in the friendly darkness, and then the confessor must draw her out, step by step, with perfect frankness and sympathy; even then, a sigh, or sob, or quickly drawn breath and half inarticulate expression revealed more than her spoken words.

      She was one of the children that are left to themselves. Only Linnet knew