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You won't understand, but you had better know " Prissie paused again; she seemed to swallow something; her next words came out slowly with great difficulty: "When I went home for the Christmas recess I found Aunt Raby worse. You don't know what my home is like, Miss Oliphant; it is small and poor. At home we are often cold and often hungry.
Prissie is not half so often with Maggie as she used to be. Maggie means to get out of this friendship, but she is too proud not to do it gradually. There is not a more jealous girl in this college than Maggie, but neither is there a prouder.
Life's but a passing day: you mind that when you're young, and it won't come on you as a shock when you are old. I'm glad the cashmere has worn well aye, that I am, Prissie. But don't put it on in the morning, my love, for it's a sin to wear through beautiful fine stuff like that. And, even if the color is gone a bit round the hem, the stuff itself isn't worn, and looks don't signify.
"What do you know about it, child? You have not tasted life yet. Wait until you do. For instance no, though I won't enlighten you. Prissie, what do you think of Geoffrey Hammond?" "I think he loves you very much." "Poor Geoffrey! Now, Prissie, you are to keep that little thought quite dark in your mind in fact, you are to put it out of your mind. You are not to associate my name with Mr.
He was confused by hearing old Samuel Ebbitt state: "Uh-h-h-h back in 18 uh 1872 the vessel Prissie no, it was 1873; no, it must have been '72 " "It was 1872, father," said Mrs. Ebbitt. I was on a coasting-vessel, young man. But we didn't carry cattle." Mr.
Hammond's visit, for Mr. Hayes went to see her and told her everything." "Well, Prissie," said Miss Heath, "what have you decided? It is a great chance for you, and there is nothing wrong in it; indeed, for aught we can tell, this may be the direct guiding of Providence." "But I don't think it is," said Priscilla in a slow voice.
During the prayers Maggie wept, but, when a great wave of song filled the vast building, she forgot all her sorrow; her voice rose with the other singers, clear, sweet and high. Her soul seemed to go up on her voice, for all the sadness left her face; her eyes looked jubilant. Prissie had never been in any place like St. Hilda's before.
Nevertheless, on an occasion of this kind, she was no match for Rose, who knew perfectly what she was about, and stood smiling and pretty before her. "Just for a few moments," said Rosalind, coming up and whispering to her. "I really won't keep you long. You will just oblige me for a few minutes." "Well, but I'm not fit to be seen in this old dress!" whispered back poor Prissie.
I hope you may be successful. Good night." Maggie turned to walk away. She saw Priscilla standing not far off. "Come, Prissie," she said affectionately, "you did admirably to-night, but you must have another lesson. You missed two of the best points in that last speech. Come back with me into the theater at once." Rose bit her lips with vexation. She was wildly anxious to be at the auction.
"Oh, it's a shame!" she added, her face reddening up woefully; "I have been entrapped!" "You must not let the people who are near us hear you say words of that kind," said Hammond; "they will crowd around to hear your story. Now, I want it all to myself. Do you think you can tell it to me in a low voice?" To poor Hammond's horror Prissie began to whisper.
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