I'm
afraid she'll disgrace us all!" Upon which Sara would comfort her by
saying that, as most parrots were trained by rough people, nothing
better could be expected, and she was sure nobody would blame them;
while Molly, the naughty little elf, would shake her curls with a solemn
air, and exclaim,--
"It's a mercy the students and faculty are mostly away, Miss Prue; I'm
afraid she'd have to be expelled if college was in session, in
consideration of the morals of the institution!"
But, in spite of Polly's harrowing performances, it was a delightful
visit; yet, as often happens with delightful things, it brought to Sara
a new worry and a great temptation. There were several of the young
people present one evening; and Miss Prue, enjoying the moonlighted
veranda and the music from the gas-lighted drawing-room, as well as
anybody, watched the little by-plays with keen, interested eyes. Among
the group was Mr. Preston Garth, a tall, shapely young fellow, whose
face was redeemed from plainness by a pair of large intelligent gray
eyes, and a ready smile, accented by the whitest of teeth.
Miss Prue was attracted by his looks; and, being a close observer, she
soon noted that, though he talked about laboratory matters with Morton,
and was ready to joke or sing with Molly and the two older young ladies
present, yet every time Sara addressed him, he turned to answer with an
eagerly respectful air, different from the rather careless manner usual
with the others.
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