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Nancy felt her friend's arm shiver as she leaned on it. "You are really ill, darling!" she said in a tone of sympathy and fondness. "I have not felt right for a week and am worse today, but I dare say a drive in this nice frosty air will set me up." "I am going to Kingsdene. Shall I order a carriage for you?" "I wish you would." "Maggie, did you notice that Priscilla was not at her lecture?"
In summer Miss Heath's room was beautiful, for the two deep bay windows one facing west, the other south looked out upon smoothly kept lawns and flower-beds, upon tall elm trees and also upon a distant peep of the river, for which Kingsdene was famous, and some of the spires and towers of the old churches.
She had not the least idea why she was going to Kingsdene. Her wish was to walk, and walk, and walk until sheer fatigue, caused by long-continued motion, brought to her temporary ease and forgetfulness. Prissie was a very strong girl, and she knew she must walk for a long time; her feet must traverse many miles before she effected her object. Just as she was passing St.
By the way," she added, turning round and speaking in a rather impertinent voice to Priscilla, "I sent you a message to say I was going down to Kingsdene this afternoon and would be happy to take you with me if you would care to visit Spilman's." "Thank you," said Priscilla, "I got your note just too late to answer it. I was going to speak to you about it," she added. "Then you would have come?"
Marshall a picture? And Helen is one of my best friends." "You shall make Helen happy this afternoon, dear Constance." Maggie ran gaily out of the room as she spoke, and a few minutes later the three girls, in excellent spirits, started for Kingsdene. As they entered the town they saw Rosalind Merton coming to meet them.
Provided she obeys the rules and mentions the names of the friends she visits, she is at liberty, practically, to do as she pleases in those hours which are not devoted to lectures. A girl at St. Benet's may have a great, a very great friend at Kingsdene or elsewhere of whom the principals of the college know nothing.
"Yes, I am," answered Prissie in a resigned voice. "I don't like it a bit, but Miss Merton has asked me to go with her to Kingsdene, and I promised." "Well, you sha'n't keep your promise. This is not a fit day for you to go out, and you have a cough, too. I heard you coughing last night." "Yes, but that is nothing. I must go, Miss Banister,", I must keep my word.
"She was not. I met her rushing away, I think, to Kingsdene; she seemed put out about something." "Poor little thing. No wonder those horrid girls!" "Oh, Nancy, if there's anything unpleasant, don't tell me just now; my head aches so dreadfully, I could scarcely hear bad news." "You are working too hard, Maggie." "I am not; it is the only thing left to me."
She put it into an envelope and directed it. Here was a large and bold hand and the address was swiftly written "St. Hilda's, "Kingsdene." She stamped her letter and, late as it was, took it down herself and deposited it in the post-bag. The next morning, when the students strolled in to breakfast, many pairs of eyes were raised with a new curiosity to watch Priscilla Peel.
"You don't mean to say you took Propriety to that house?" "Yes; why not? It's the jolliest house in Kingsdene." "But fancy taking poor Propriety there. What did she say?" "Say? She scolded a good deal." "Scolded! Poor little proper thing! How I should have liked to have seen her. Did she open her purse and exhibit its emptiness to the company at large?
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