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And Priscilla also laughed with a determined heartiness. But with all her air of amusement, she was conscious of a vague uneasiness. Just as they reached the knoll they were met by Amy and Elaine. "She's out in one of the canoes," Amy said quickly, before the others could explain that their search had been without success. "Oh!" Priscilla's sigh was expressive of relief.
"Mind you bring Nancy to the Warrens before the week's out, Mr. Cass," was Priscilla's parting injunction, as she took the reins, and shook them gently, by way of friendly incitement to Speckle. "I shall just take a turn to the fields against the Stone-pits, Nancy, and look at the draining," said Godfrey. "You'll be in again by tea-time, dear?" "Oh, yes, I shall be back in an hour."
Then she rushed to her sofa-bed, flung herself upon it face downward, and burst into queer, silent, distressful tears. Some one touched Priscilla softly an her shoulder. "Let me take you to your room, Miss Peel," said Nancy Banister. "Don't take any notice of Maggie; she will be all right by and by." Nancy took Priscilla's hand and walked with her across the corridor.
Priscilla's door was wide open and as he passed he looked in, she was fast asleep. He could not hear a sound, and though he walked on cautious tip-toe along the little passage which led to the room where Innocent slept and waited there a minute or two, straining his ears for any little sigh, or sob, or whisper, none came; all was silent.
She had had a bad night, the maid said, and Doctor Fraser is afraid that the cold she got when she went driving the other day has settled upon her lungs." "Oh, I am so sorry!" exclaimed Virginia, but she was conscious of an immeasurable relief because Miss Priscilla's illness was absorbing Mrs. Peachey's thoughts.
In the close press of couples a slight accident had happened to Nancy's dress, which, while it was short enough to show her neat ankle in front, was long enough behind to be caught under the stately stamp of the Squire's foot, so as to rend certain stitches at the waist, and cause much sisterly agitation in Priscilla's mind, as well as serious concern in Nancy's.
The "little bird," probably John Alden, constant companion of Standish, had sung truly in Priscilla's ear of a second exploring party about to leave the Mayflower in quest of a favorable site for the town and colony the Pilgrims had come forth to found.
"There will be time to go to Fletcher's again before tea," said Fred. "I will go with you, and we will pretend the sixpence I have was Priscilla's and you shall choose what you want all over again." Molly danced up and down with pleasure, and she and Fred went to Fletcher's together. This time she made her choice very quickly, for she knew just what she wanted.
Miss Priscilla's father had made his escape by a small window at the other end of the shed. To do this he had had to climb over the coals in the dark. His face and hands and clothes and once-white beard were covered with coal. His eyes gleamed whitely. "An abominable attack ... utterly unprovoked ... dastardly ruffians!" Here he stopped to splutter because his mouth was full of coal dust.
"Why, I would put a grating, or something, over the pipe, so that it shouldn't get stopped up." "But if the grating got stopped up that would be just as bad." "Well then, I wouldn't have a well there at all. Why don't you cover it over?" "But what are you to do with the window? You cannot block out the light." So Priscilla's "plans," as she called them, were nothing.
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