"
She held out her arms to the screaming child, who went to her at once,
growing more quiet the moment he felt her tender clasp.
"There! Now I hope I kin git a minute to myself. Where you been, anyhow,
Sairay?"
"At Miss Prue's--she called me in. Mother, there's been a pin pricking
him! See here, poor little fellow!" and Sara held up the bent bit of
torture, then threw it into the fire, while the relieved baby smiled up
at her through his tears and cooed lovingly.
"It beats all how he likes you, Sairay!" said the mother in an
apologetic tone. "I never thought of a pin, an' it allus makes me ready
to fly when he yells so. What did Miss Prue hev to say?" "Oh, not much;
her parrot kept interrupting," laughing a little. "I always talk with
her about her books or curiosities, nearly; how pretty it is there!"
"Miss Plunkett comes o' good stock. Her folks hev been sea-captings ever
sence they was pirates, I guess. And she's rich too; she must hev as
much as two thousand in the savings bank down to Norcross, 'sides her
nice home."
"She's good!" said Sara with emphasis, as if nothing else counted for
much.
"Wall, nobody's goin' to say she ain't in Killamet, Sairay, leastways,
not many. In course she's ruther top-headed an' lofty, but it's in the
blood.
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