CHAPTER VII.
A FLY IN TRINITY CHURCH.
The children went to bed that night cheered by a remark which Mrs.
Fixfax dropped as if by accident.
"The cook is to fry buckwheat cakes in the morning.

I dare say you would like omelettes, too.

Do you drink chocolate ?" "She takes it for granted we are going to eat down stairs," thought Prudy.

And now her troubles were over.

Life bloomed before her once more like a garden of roses.
Horace did not rest remarkably well.