Sinopsis

Over the hills and far away there was once a quaint little old town which was safely beyond the reach of the long, grasping arms of any of the great cities. The little town nestled up against the side of a big, kind hill, at the top of which was a beautiful old country-place, called Primrose Hall. The house was a great white colonial affair that had belonged to the Flint family for generations; and at present was occupied only by two elderly maiden ladies who irably fitted their names of Priscilla and Dorinda. Now of course you know, without being told, what a lady named Priscilla Flint would look like.