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‘If you would only carry a plate about with you, Priscilla,’ complained Belle one day, ‘you could catch the jewels in that.’

‘But I don’t want to catch the jewels, dear Belle,’ said Priscilla, with a playful but very sweet smile; ‘if other people prize such things, that is not my fault, is it? Jewels do not make people any happier, Belle!’

‘I should think not!’ exclaimed Belle. ‘I’m sure my back perfectly aches with stooping, and so does Cathie’s. There! that big topaz has just gone and rolled under the sideboard, and mother will be so angry if I don’t get it out! It is too bad of you, Priscilla! I believe you do it on purpose!’

‘Ah, you will know me better some day, dear, was the gentle response.

‘Well, at all events, I think you might be naughty just now and then, Prissie, and give Cathie and me a half-holiday.’

‘I would do anything else to please you, dear, but not that; you must not ask me to do what is impossible.’

Alas! not even this angelic behaviour, not even the loving admonitions, the tender rebukes, the shocked reproaches that fell, accompanied by perfect cascades of jewels, from the lips of our pattern little Priscilla, succeeded in removing the utterly unfounded prejudices of her cousins, though it was some consolation to feel that she was gradually acquiring a most beneficial influence over her aunt, who called Priscilla ‘her little conscience.’ For, you see, Priscilla’s conscience had so little to do on her own account that it was always at the service of other people, and indeed quite enjoyed being useful, as was only natural to a conscientious conscience which felt that it could never have been created to be idle.

Very soon another responsibility was added to little Priscilla’s burdens. Her cousin Dick, the worldly one with the yellow boots, came home after his annual holiday, which, as he was the junior clerk in a large bank, he was obliged to take rather late in the year. She had looked forward to his return with some excitement. Dick, she knew, was frivolous and reckless in his habits–he went to the theatre occasionally and frequently spent an evening in playing billiards and smoking cigars at a friend’s house. There would be real credit in reforming poor cousin Dick.

He was not long, of course, in hearing of Priscilla’s marvellous endowment, and upon the first occasion they were alone together treated her with a respect and admiration which he had very certainly never shown her before.

‘You’re wonderful, Prissie!’ he said; ‘I’d no idea you had it in you!’

‘Nor had I, Dick; but it shows that even a little girl can do something.’

‘I should rather think so! and–and the way you look–as grave as a judge all the time! Prissie, I wish you’d tell me how you manage it, I wouldn’t tell a soul.’

‘But I don’t know, Dick. I only talk and the jewels come–that is all.’

‘You artful little girl! you can keep a secret, I see, but so can I. And you might tell me how you do the trick. What put you up to the dodge? I’m to be trusted, I assure you.’

‘Dick, you can’t–you mustn’t–think there is any trickery about it! How can you believe I could be such a wicked little girl as to play tricks? It was an old fairy that gave me the gift. I’m sure I don’t know why–unless she thought that I was a good child and deserved to be encouraged.’

‘By Jove!’ cried Dick, ‘I never knew you were half such fun!’

‘I am not fun, Dick. I think fun is generally so very vulgar, and oh, I wish you wouldn’t say “by Jove!” Surely you know he was a heathen god!’

‘I seem to have heard of him in some such capacity,’ said Dick. ‘I say, Prissie, what a ripping big ruby!’

‘Ah, Dick, Dick, you are like the others! I’m afraid you think more of the jewels than of any words I may say–and yet jewels are common enough!’