They were my next door neighbours after I married Thomas, and I
was often in and out. Sometimes I'd feel real vexed at Prissy
for giving in the way she did; but, after all, she couldn't help it--
she was born that way.
And now Stephen was going to try his luck again.
It certainly did seem funny.
Stephen walked home with Prissy from prayer meeting four nights
before Emmeline found it out. Emmeline hadn't been going to prayer
meeting all that summer because she was mad at Mr. Leonard. She had
expressed her disapproval to him because he had buried old Naomi Clark
at the harbour "just as if she was a Christian," and Mr. Leonard
had said something to her she couldn't get over for a while.
I don't know what it was, but I know that when Mr. Leonard WAS roused
to rebuke anyone the person so rebuked remembered it for a spell.
All at once I knew she must have discovered about Stephen and Prissy,
for Prissy stopped going to prayer meeting.
I felt real worried about it, someway, and although Thomas said
for goodness' sake not to go poking my fingers into other people's pies,
I felt as if I ought to do something. Stephen Clark was a good man
and Prissy would have a beautiful home; and those two little boys
of Althea's needed a mother if ever boys did.
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