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I looked at the paper and began to laugh. We did look so funny, Murray and I, in that advertisement. It took up the whole page. At the top were our photos, half life-size, and underneath our names and addresses printed out in full. Below was the letter I had written to the Alloway Anodyne Liniment folks. It was a florid testimonial to the virtues of their liniment. I said that it had cured Murray’s sprain after all other remedies had failed and that, when I had been left a partial wreck from a very bad attack of rheumatic fever, the only thing that restored my joints and muscles to working order was Alloway’s Anodyne Liniment, and so on.

It was all true enough, although I dare say old Aunt Sarah-from-the-Hollow’s rubbing had as much to do with the cures as the liniment. But that is neither here nor there.

“What does this mean, Prudence?” said Uncle Abimelech again. He was quivering with wrath, but I was as cool as a cucumber, and Murray stood like a graven image.

“Why, that, Uncle Abimelech,” I said calmly, “well, it just means one of my ways of making money. That liniment company pays for those testimonials and photos, you know. They gave me fifty dollars for the privilege of publishing them. Fifty dollars will pay for books and tuition for Murray and me at Kentville Academy next winter, and Mrs. Tredgold is kind enough to say she will board me for what help I can give her around the house, and wait for Murray’s until he can earn it by teaching.”

I rattled all this off glibly before Uncle Abimelech could get in a word.

“It’s disgraceful!” he stormed. “Disgraceful! Think of Sir Roger de Melville–and a patent medicine advertisement! Murray Melville, what were you about, sir, to let your sister disgrace herself and her family name by such an outrageous transaction?”

I quaked a bit. If Murray should fail me! But Murray was true-blue.

“I gave Prue a free hand, sir. It’s an honest business transaction enough–and the family name alone won’t send us to college, you know, sir.”

Uncle Abimelech glared at us.

“This must be put an end to,” he said. “This advertisement must not appear again. I won’t have it!”

“But I’ve signed a contract that it is to run for six months,” I said sturdily. “And I’ve others in view. You remember the Herb Cure you recommended one spring and that it did me so much good! I’m negotiating with the makers of that and–“

“The girl’s mad!” said Uncle Abimelech. “Stark, staring mad!”

“Oh, no, I’m not, Uncle Abimelech. I’m merely a pretty good businesswoman. You won’t help Murray to go to college, so I must. This is the only way I have, and I’m going to see it through.”

After Uncle Abimelech had gone, still in a towering rage, Murray remonstrated. But I reminded him of his promise and he had to succumb.

Next day Uncle Abimelech returned–a subdued and chastened Uncle Abimelech.

“See here, Prue,” he said sternly. “This thing must be stopped. I say it must. I am not going to have the name of Melville dragged all over the country in a patent medicine advertisement. You’ve played your game and won it–take what comfort you can out of the confession: If you will agree to cancel this notorious contract of yours I’ll settle it with the company–and I’ll put Murray through college–and you too if you want to go! Something will have to be done with you, that’s certain. Is this satisfactory?”

“Perfectly,” I said promptly. “If you will add thereto your promise that you will forget and forgive, Uncle Abimelech. There are to be no hard feelings.”

Uncle Abimelech shrugged his shoulders.

“In for a penny, in for a pound,” he said. “Very well, Prue. We wipe off all scores and begin afresh. But there must be no more such doings. You’ve worked your little scheme through–trust a Foster for that! But in future you’ve got to remember that in law you’re a Melville whatever you are in fact.”

I nodded dutifully. “I’ll remember, Uncle Abimelech,” I promised.

After everything had been arranged and Uncle Abimelech had gone I looked at Murray. “Well?” I said.

Murray twinkled. “You’ve accomplished the impossible, sis. But, as Uncle Abimelech intimated–don’t you try it again.”