`` Why ? '' moaned Phil . `` Oh , why must a minister 's wife be supposed to utter only prunes and prisms ? I sha n't . Everybody on Patterson Street uses slang -- that is to say , metaphorical language -- and if I did n't they would think me insufferably proud and stuck up . '' `` Have you broken the news to your family ? '' asked Priscilla , feeding the Sarah-cat bits from her lunchbasket . Phil nodded . `` How did they take it ? '' `` Oh , mother rampaged . But I stood rockfirm -- even I , Philippa Gordon , who never before could hold fast to anything . Father was calmer . Father 's own daddy was a minister , so you see he has a soft spot in his heart for the cloth . I had Jo up to Mount Holly , after mother grew calm , and they both loved him . But mother gave him some frightful hints in every conversation regarding what she had hoped for me . Oh , my vacation pathway has n't been exactly strewn with roses , girls dear . But -- I 've won out and I 've got Jo . Nothing else matters . '' `` To you , '' said Aunt Jamesina darkly . `` Nor to Jo , either , '' retorted Phil .
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