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We are due at St. Benet's now. We ought to be going back at once." Rosalind Merton's only answer was to slip off her waterproof cloak and stand arrayed in a fascinating toilet of silk and lace a little too dressy, perhaps, even for an afternoon party at Kingsdene, but vastly becoming to its small wearer. Priscilla opened her eyes wide as she gazed at her companion.
"I can tell you of a capital shop in Kingsdene, Miss Peel," said Miss Marsh, "where you can buy tables and chairs, and pretty artistic cloths, and little whatnots of all descriptions. I'd advise you to go to Rigg's. He's in the High Street, No. 48." "But Spilman has much the most recherche' articles, you know, Lucy," interposed Miss Day.
"I hate Kingsdene in a fog," she continued, "and I think it's very wrong to keep us in this draughty passage until the lecture-room is opened. Don't you, Miss Peel?" "Well, we are before our time, so no one is to blame for that," answered Priscilla. "Of course, so we are." Rosalind pulled out a small gold watch, which she wore at her girdle.
I dare say it won't take Miss Merton and me very long to walk into Kingsdene and back again." "And I never knew that Rosalind Merton was one of your friends, Prissie," continued Nancy in a puzzled voice. "Nor is she I scarcely know her; but when she asked me to go out with her, I could not very well say no."
There was a regularity and yet a freedom about the life; invisible bounds were prescribed, beyond which no right-minded or conscientious girl cared to venture, but the rules were really very few. Students might visit their friends in Kingsdene and receive them at the college.
For, shortly after her seventeenth birthday, Maggie Oliphant met a girl whose beauty and brilliance were equal to her own, whose nature was stronger and who had been carefully trained in heart and mind while Maggie had been neglected. Miss Lee was going through a course of training at St. Benet's College for Women at Kingsdene. She was an uncommon girl in every sense of the word.
Hammond was a graduate of St. Hilda's College at Kingsdene, and the three friends often talked of the happy meetings they would have during the coming winter. He was a man of large property, and the favorite amusement of these young people was in talking over the brilliant life which lay before Hammond when he took possession of his estates.
"But what connection has that with my doing anything for you?" "Oh, a great deal; I'm coming to that part. Miss Forbes wants me to pay her for making this dress before she goes to London. I can only do this by going to Kingsdene this afternoon." "Well?" said Priscilla. "I want to know if you will come with me.
"Oh, my many-sided nature!" she suddenly exclaimed. "It was a wicked sprite made me blow that kiss. Prissie, my dear, I am cold: race me to the house." The two girls entered the wide hall, flushed and laughing. Other girls were lingering about on the stairs. Some were just starting off to evening service at Kingsdene; others were standing in groups, chatting.
Constance smiled. She believed part of Maggie's speech; not the whole of it, for she knew the enthusiasm of the speaker. "I am going to Kingsdene," said Maggie suddenly. "Prissie is coming with me. Will you come, too, Constance? I wish you would." "Thank you," said Constance. She hesitated for a moment.
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