“Well, dear, you know that my sister Pris has come”-- “Do you tell me so! Now _there_ is news in very deed! And how did Mistress Priscilla Carpenter reach these parts?” “Now, Will! if you torment me so, I’ll e’en call in Priscilla Alden to take my part. _She’ll_ give you quip for crank, I’ll warrant me.” “Nay, nay, wife, I’ll be meek and good as your cosset lamb, so you’ll keep me under your own hand. Come now, let us meet this enemy face to face. What is it all?” Alice, who, tender soul that she was, loved not even playful and mock contention, sighed a little, and folding her hands in her lap gently said,-- “It is all just as thou pleasest, Will, but my thought was to call together all the young people and make a little feast to bring those acquainted with Pris, who, poor maid, has found it a trifle dull and straitened here, after leaving her merry young friends in England.” “Ever thinking of giving pleasure to others even at cost of much toil to thyself, sweetheart!” And the governor, placing a hand under his wife’s round chin, raised her face and kissed it tenderly again and again, until the soft pink flushed to the roots of the fair hair. “Do as thou wilt, darling, in this and everything, and call upon me for what thy men and maids cannot accomplish.” “Nay, I’ve help enough. Christian Penn is equal to two women, and sister Pris herself is very notable. Then Priscilla Alden will kindly put her hand to some of the dainty dishes, and she is a wonder at cooking, as you know.” “Yes, she proved it in--early days,” interrupted Bradford, the smile fading off his face. “Had it not been for her skill in putting a savory touch to the coarsest food, I believe some of our sick folk would have died,--I am sure Dame Brewster would.” “Oh, you poor souls! How you suffered, and I there in England eating and drinking of the best, and--oh, Will, you should have married good dear Priscilla to reward her care of what I held so carelessly.” “Wonderful logic, madam! I should, to reward Mistress Molines for her care, have married her, when she loved another man, and I another woman, which latter was to thus be punished for carelessness in a matter she knew naught about!” And with a tender little laugh, the governor pressed another kiss upon his wife’s smooth cheek, before he went out to his fields, while she flew at once to her kitchen and set the domestic engine throbbing at double-quick time. Then she stepped up the hill to John Alden’s house, and found Priscilla, her morning work already done, washing and dressing her little Betty, while John and Jo watched the operation with unflagging interest.