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 "My conscience, Priscilla! I'm almost afraid you're clever!" said Mrs. Martin, rising.

"Oh, no, I'm not. I'm sorry if I've talked too much."

"Nonsense! You've quite amused me, and I've been bored to death all morning."

"Oh, I'm glad!"

"Now, what do you want to do this afternoon? I'm going to drive to town to do some errands, and I've asked a few people in to tea at five to meet you. Now, will you come with me, or do you want to amuse yourself until five?"

"If you don't mind, I'll take Mary and go to the park and skate."

"Skate? Mercy! Isn't it too cold?"

"It's just right. You don't mind, then?"

"Of course not—only, be back at five."

"All right, Madame Mother," she called, as she flew up-stairs.

Five o'clock found Peter, Mrs. Crompton and The Parson gathered at the tea-table.