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The hemming, the stitching, the gathering, the frilling which went to make up this useful garment were neat, were even exquisite; but then, Aunt Raby was not gifted with a stylish cut. Prissie's hair was smoothly parted, but the thick plait on the back of the neck was by no means artistically coiled.
He had touched on great subjects, and Prissie's soul had responded like a musical instrument to the light and skilled finger of the musician. All her intellectual powers were aroused to their utmost, keenest life during this brief little talk. She found that Hammond could say better and more comprehensive things than even her dear old tutor, Mr. Hayes.
"Is there anything wrong, Miss Peel?" said gentle little Ada Hardy, coming up and speaking to her affectionately. Miss Hardy stood right in Prissie's path, barring her way for a moment and causing her, in spite of herself, to stop her headlong rush to the vice-principal's room. Priscilla put up her hand to her brow. She looked in a dazed sort of way at the kindhearted girl.
Benet's not to allow such a proceeding to occur again and would say nothing further on the matter. Prissie's eyes again filled with tears as she read the carefully worded note. Holding it open in her hand she rushed to Maggie's room and knocked.
Prissie was no longer awkward; she began to talk, and when she liked she could talk well. As the two girls were leaving the house Geoffrey Hammond put in a sudden appearance. "I will see you home," he said to Maggie. "No, no, you mustn't," she answered; her tone was vehement. She forgot Prissie's presence and half turned her back on her. "How unkind you are!" said the young man in a low tone.
Bertha ought to have a prize for guessing right, only we've nothing to give her. Shall we play something else?" "Prissie's brought a pack of cards, and she says she'll tell our fortunes," proclaimed Edith. "I learnt how in the holidays," confessed Prissie. "A girl was staying with us who had a book about it. We used to have ripping fun every evening over it. Whose fortune shall I tell first?
"I don't think I greatly mind your knowing," she said after a pause. "You are true; I see it in your face. You would never tell again you would never make mischief." "Tell again! Of course not." Prissie's words came out with great vigor. "I know you would not, Priscilla; may I call you Priscilla?" "Yes." "Will you be my friend and shall I be your friend?" "If you would," said Prissie.
"Come, Miss Peel, we'll be late," she said. "Goodby." She nodded to Rosalind; her eyes were full of an angry fire; she took Prissie's hand and hurried down the street. The two girls walked away, still giggling; a deep color mantled Maggie's cheeks. She turned and began to talk desperately to Mr. Hammond. Her tone was flippant; her silvery laughter floated in the air.
"Oh," said Rosalind, suddenly taking the words out of Miss Day's mouth, "when did you invent this little fiction?" Prissie's eyes seemed suddenly to blaze fire. For the first time she perceived the drift of the cruel suspicion which her fellow-students were seeking to cast upon her. "How wicked you are!" she said to Rosalind. "Why do you look at me like that? Miss Day, why do you smile?
Almost imperceptibly she got Prissie to say a word or two. She paused when she saw a question in Prissie's eyes, and her timid and gentle words were listened to with deference. By slow degrees Maggie was the silent one and Priscilla and Miss Heath held the field between them. "No, I have never been properly educated," Prissie was saying. "I have never gone to a high school.
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