During all of her visit, Miss Prue had an air of
taking possession of Sara, which was, if not new, at least accented
greatly, and occasionally would drop such expressions as,--
"If you should ever live in Killamet again," or "When you come back to
us, Sara," which gave the girl an uneasy feeling that her future was
being settled for her, leaving no alternative. Even her very last day,
during the packing, there was an instance of this.
Sara and Molly, revelling in the midst of bags and boxes, while
pretending to help, came upon a little morocco case of antique
appearance.
"May I look at this, Miss Prue?" cried Molly, holding it up.
"Of course, child; just hand me that bundle, Sara; it's bandages I
brought along in case of accidents; I always carry some in my hand-bag,
besides my old Indian ointment."
"Oh, how lovely!" exclaimed Molly, as the cover of the case flew back,
discovering a set of coral ornaments of exquisite workmanship, outlined
against the faded blue satin lining. "Coral's all out of style now, but
it's wonderfully pretty, just the same; and what an odd design; see
Sara!"
She held them out towards the latter, then by a sudden impulse took the
ear-rings and placed them against her sister's shell-like ears.
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