Part 14 (2/2)

”Why?”

”Because I'll try you so fearfully.”

”Oh, no, you won't. I don't want to have a perfect friend.”

”Perfect. No, child-- Heaven forbid. But there are shades of perfection. Now, when I get into my dark moods, I feel wicked as well as sad. No, we won't talk of them; we'll keep them away. Prissie, I feel good to-night-- good-- and glad: it's such a nice feeling.”

”I am sure of it,” said Priscilla.

”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 a.s.sociate my name with Mr. Hammond's-- not even in your thoughts. You will very likely hear us spoken of together, and some of the stupid girls here will make little quizzing, senseless remarks.

But there will be no truth in them, Prissie. He is nothing to me nor I to him.”

”Then why did you blow a kiss after him?” asked Priscilla.

Maggie stood still. It was too dark for Priscilla to see her blush.

”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. Nancy Banister came up and spoke to Maggie. Maggie took her arm and walked away with her.

Prissie found herself standing alone in the hall. It was as if the delightful friends.h.i.+p cemented between herself and Miss Oliphant in the frosty air outside had fallen to pieces like a castle of cards the moment they entered the house. Prissie felt a chill. Her high spirits went down a very little. Then, resolving to banish the ign.o.ble spirit of distrust, she prepared to run upstairs to her own room.

Miss Heath called her name as she was pa.s.sing an open door.

”Is that you, my dear? Will you come to my room after supper to-night?”

”Oh, thank you,” said Prissie, her eyes sparkling.

Miss Heath came to the threshold of her pretty room and smiled at the young girl.

”You look well and happy,” she said. ”You are getting at home here.

You will love us all yet.”

”I love you now!” said Prissie with fervor.

Miss Heath, prompted by the look of intense and sincere gladness on the young face, bent and kissed Priscilla. A rather disagreeable voice said suddenly at her back:

”I beg your pardon,” and Lucy Marsh ran down the stairs.

She had knocked against Prissie in pa.s.sing; she had witnessed Miss Heath's kiss. The expression on Lucy's face was unpleasant. Prissie did not notice it, however. She went slowly up to her room. The electric light was on, the fire was blazing merrily. Priscilla removed her hat and jacket, threw herself into the one easy-chair the room contained, and gave herself up to pleasant dreams. Many new aspects of life were opening before her. She felt that it was a good thing to be young, and she was distinctly conscious of a great, soft glow of happiness.

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