"I took
Miss Propriety to town with me."
"Oh, did you, darling? Do tell us all about it!" said Annie Day,
running up to Rosalind and taking her hand.
"There isn't much to tell. She behaved as I expected; her manners are
not graceful, but she's a deep one."
"Anybody can see that who looks at her," remarked Lucy Marsh.
"We went to the Elliot-Smiths'," continued Rosalind.
"Good gracious, Rosie!" interrupted Hetty Jones. "You don't mean to
say you took Propriety to that house?"
"Yes; why not? It's the jolliest house in Kingsdene."
"But fancy taking poor Propriety there. What did she say?"
"Say? She scolded a good deal."
"Scolded! Poor little proper thing! How I should have liked to have
seen her. Did she open her purse and exhibit its emptiness to the
company at large? Did she stand on a chair and lecture the frivolous
people who assemble in that house on the emptiness of life? Oh, how I
wish I could have looked on at the fun!"
"You'd have beheld an edifying sight then, my dear," said Rosalind.
"Prissie's whole behavior was one to be copied. No words can describe
her tact and grace."
"But what did she do, Rosie? I wish you would speak out and tell us.
You know you are keeping something back."
"Whenever she saw me she scolded me, and she tripped over my dress
several times.
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