"
"And please don't forget the Crab and grandmother, rashes, et ceterus,"
said the little girl.
"Tera Corona," piped her brother.
"I won't," said the Prophet. "I will not."
And he tottered out of the room, carrying the Sagittarius letter in his
hand.
In the hall he paused for a moment, holding on to the balusters and
re-reading his directions. Then he crawled slowly up the stairs and
sought his grandmother's room.
CHAPTER XIV
THE PROPHET JOURNEYS TO THE MOUSE
Mrs. Merillia was just beginning to recover from the prostration of the
preceding day when the Prophet came into the room where she was seated
with Mrs. Fancy Quinglet. She looked up at him almost brightly, but
started when she saw how agitated he seemed.
"Grannie," said the Prophet, abruptly, "you would tell me anything,
wouldn't you?"
"Why, of course, my dear boy. But what about?"
"About--about yourself?"
Mrs. Merillia looked very much astonished.
"There is nothing to hide, Hennessey," she said with gentle dignity.
"You know that."
"I do, I do," cried the Prophet, passionately. "Yours has been the best,
the sweetest life the world has ever known!"
"Well, I don't wish to imply--"
"But I do, grannie, I do.
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