knew that we would have to take drastic steps to cure her."
"You did and I'm cured; can't we spare them the harrowing details?" Prue protested.
"No; it may be a lesson they'll need, and besides, Poppy loves to point a moral," Gwen remarked. "Go on, Poppy; let's hear the awful end."
"It's coming; just you listen." Poppy directed her story to the twins. "Prue suddenly decided, about the middle of the term, that she was a budding young artist and that all she needed was a little special instruction, so she went to Miss Hull and got permission to take special art. Then she went to Miss Remsted----." Poppy paused to chuckle in anticipation.
"Miss Remsted told her to bring her her best sketch," she continued. "Now, Prue had never made a sketch in her life, but she reckoned it would be easy enough."
"Prue's a futurist," Gwen interrupted.
"So she about made up her mind to draw an animal. What made you choose something that was living, Prue? I never did understand."