"An' dars' Ann' Priscilla's boy, Jake, who ain't a brudder yit, though he's plenty old 'nuf, min', I tell ye; an' he kin read de Bible, fus' rate, an' has read it ter me ober an' ober ag'in.

Then, being worn out with work and worry, she did, what girls are too apt to do, stuck a pin here and there, and, trusting to Priscilla's careful bastings, left it as it was, retiring to dream of a certain Horace Fletcher, whose aristocratic elegance had made a deep impression upon her during the few evenings she had seen him.

"What do you suppose she'll say, Miss Priscilla, mam?" "I think you'd better be careful of that picture, Adam!" "Which means," said Bellew, smiling down into Miss Priscilla's young, bright eyes, "that you don't know.

And, in that moment, instinctively she knew how things came to be as they were,and, because of this knowledge, her cheeks flamed with a swift, burning colour, and with a soft cry, she hid her face in Miss Priscilla's gentle bosom.

" "And the last time was this day twelve months, sir,because why?because this day twelve months 'appened to be Miss Priscilla's birthday,consequently to-day is her birthday, likewise,wherefore the muffins, and wherefore the shrimps, sir, for they was this day to have once more graced our board, Mr. Bellew.

Andwhere, do you suppose?why, I'll tell you,under Miss Priscilla's window!

At this familiar appellation, Anthea turned sharply, in time to see him stoop, and kiss Miss Priscilla's small, white hand; whereupon Anthea must needs curl her lip at his broad back.

she whispered, "Listen!" Now as they sat there, very silent,faint and far-away upon the still night air, they heard a sound; a silvery, rhythmic sound, it was,like the musical clash of fairy cymbals which drew rapidly nearer, and nearer; and Bellew felt that Miss Priscilla's hand was trembling upon his arm as she leaned forward, listening with a smile upon her parted lips, and a light in her eyes that was ineffably tender.

Thus the brooding silence was unbroken save for the occasional murmur of a voice, the jingle of the housekeeping keys, and the quick, light tap, tap, of Miss Priscilla's stick.

The word was a cry, and her needle-work slipped from Miss Priscilla's nerveless fingers.

Perchance her great-grandmother wore Them hundred years ago and more Priscilla's crying!

Those who cannot associate sentiment with the fair Priscilla's maiden name of Mullins may be consoled by hearing that it is only a corruption of the Huguenot Desmoulins,as Barnum is of the Norman Vernon.

Priscilla's smile, like a baby's first one, was a wondrous novelty.

But Priscilla's peculiar, charm, in a foot-race, was the weakness and irregularity with which she ran....

For example, I once heard Silas Foster, in a very gruff voice, threatening to rivet three horse-shoes round Priscilla's neck, and chain her to a post, because she, with some other young people, had clambered upon a load of hay, and caused it to slide off the cart.

How she made her peace I never knew; but very soon afterwards I saw old Silas, with his brawny hands round Priscilla's waist, swinging her to and fro, and finally depositing her on one of the oxen, to take her first lessons in riding.

R57699, R57705, 24Jan50, The Spool Cotton Co. (PWH) PRISCILLA'S SPECIAL SERVICE SHEET[S] ©

R57699 ... Priscilla's special service sheet[s] R57696 ... THE SPRING AND THE FALL, by Edna St. Vincent Millay.

Priscilla's service sheet, no. 28.

Priscilla's special service sheet, no. 26.

R57699, R57705, 24Jan50, The Spool Cotton Co. (PWH) PRISCILLA'S SPECIAL SERVICE SHEET[S] ©

R57699 ... Priscilla's special service sheet[s] R57696 ... THE SPRING AND THE FALL, by Edna St. Vincent Millay.

Priscilla's service sheet, no. 28.

Priscilla's special service sheet, no. 26.