`` He need n't try for Prissy , '' I said . `` Emmeline nipped that in the bud twenty years ago , and she 'll do it again . '' `` Em ` line is an old crank , '' growled Thomas . He detested Emmeline Strong , and always did . `` She 's that , all right , '' I agreed , `` and that is just the reason she can turn poor Prissy any way she likes . You mark my words , she 'll put her foot right down on this as soon as she finds it out . '' Thomas said that I was probably right . I lay awake for a long time after I went to bed that night , thinking of Prissy and Stephen . As a general rule , I do n't concern my head about other people 's affairs , but Prissy was such a helpless creature I could n't get her off my mind . Twenty years ago Stephen Clark had tried to go with Prissy Strong . That was pretty soon after Prissy 's father had died . She and Emmeline were living alone together . Emmeline was thirty , ten years older than Prissy , and if ever there were two sisters totally different from each other in every way , those two were Emmeline and Prissy Strong . Emmeline took after her father ; she was big and dark and homely , and she was the most domineering creature that ever stepped on shoe leather . She simply ruled poor Prissy with a rod of iron . Prissy herself was a pretty girl -- at least most people thought so . I ca n't honestly say I ever admired her style much myself . I like something with more vim and snap to it . Prissy was slim and pink , with soft , appealing blue eyes , and pale gold hair all clinging in baby rings around her face . She was just as meek and timid as she looked and there was n't a bit of harm in her .
I always liked Prissy , even if I did n't admire her looks as much as some XXXXX did .
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