She would lie and watch the clock, for she had learned to tell the time quite well; and when the hour drew near for Susy to come, she moved her head on the pillow, and twisted her fingers together nervously.
If Susy was in good season, Prudy put up her little mouth for a kiss, and said,-- "O, how I do love you, Susy! Ain't I your dear little sister?
Well, won't you make me a lady on the slate ?" Susy's ladies had no necks, and their heads were driven down on their shoulders, as if they were going to be packed into their chests; but, such as they were, Prudy wanted them over and over again.
But if Susy stopped to slide, or to play by the way, she would find little Prudy in tears, and hear her say, "O, what made you?
Naughty, naughty old Susy! I'm goin' to die, and go to God's house, and then you'll be sorry you didn't 'tend to your little sister." Susy could never bear to hear Prudy talk about going to God's house.

Her conscience pricked her when she saw that the poor child was grieved; and she resolved, every time she was late, that she would never be late again.
Prudy had a great many odd fancies now: among others, she had a fancy that she did not like the name of Prudy.
"Why; only think," said she, "you keep a-calling me Prudy, and Prudy, and Prudy.

It makes my head ache, to have you say Prudy so much." "But, my dear child," said Mr.Parlin, smiling, "it happens, unfortunately, that Prudy is your name; so I think you will have to try and bear it as well as you can." "But I can't bear it any longer," said the child, bursting into tears.
"Prudy is all lame and sick, and I never shall walk any more while you call me Prudy, papa." Mr.Parlin kissed his little daughters's pale cheek, and said, "Then we will call you pet names; will that do ?" Prudy smiled with delight.
"I've thought of a real beautiful, splendid name," said she.

"It is Rosy Frances Eastman Mary; ain't it splendid ?" After this announcement, Prudy expected the family would be sure to call her Rosy Frances Eastman Mary; and, indeed, they were quite willing to please her, whenever they could remember the name.

They all supposed it was a fancy she would forget in a day or two; but, instead of that, she clung to it more and more fondly.