Thomas and I were just behind--we weren't married ourselves then--
and we heard it all. Prissy gave one scared, appealing look
at Emmeline and then said, "No, thank you, not to-night."
Stephen just turned on his heel and went. He was a high-spirited
fellow and I knew he would never overlook a public slight like that.
If he had had as much sense as he ought to have had he would have known
that Emmeline was at the bottom of it; but he didn't, and he began
going to see Althea Gillis, and they were married the next year.
Althea was a rather nice girl, though giddy, and I think she and Stephen
were happy enough together. In real life things are often like that.
Nobody ever tried to go with Prissy again. I suppose they
were afraid of Emmeline. Prissy's beauty soon faded.
She was always kind of sweet looking, but her bloom went, and she got
shyer and limper every year of her life. She wouldn't have dared
put on her second best dress without asking Emmeline's permission.
She was real fond of cats and Emmeline wouldn't let her keep one.
Emmeline even cut the serial out of the religious weekly she took
before she would give it to Prissy, because she didn't believe
in reading novels. It used to make me furious to see it all.
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