Part 23 (2/2)

”Silence,” said Miss Eccleston. She put down her note-book. ”I wish for no conversation between you at the present moment, young ladies.

Good evening, Miss Oliphant; I am pleased to see you here. I shall have a few questions to ask you in a minute. Now, Miss Singleton, if you please, we will resume our conversation. You have confessed to the fact of the auction. I wish now to ascertain what your motive was.”

Poor Polly stammered and reddened, twisted her hands as badly as Prissie herself could have done and looked to right and left of her in the most bewildered and unhappy manner.

”Don't you hear me, Miss Singleton? I wish to know what your motive was in having an auction in Katharine Hall,” repeated Miss Eccleston.

”Tell her the truth,” whispered Maggie.

Polly, who was in a condition to catch even at a straw for support, said falteringly:

”I had the auction in my room because of dad.”

Miss Eccleston raised her brows. The amused smile of sorrow round Miss Heath's mouth became more marked. She came forward a few steps and stood near Miss Eccleston.

”You must explain yourself, Miss Singleton,” repeated the latter lady.

”Do tell everything,” said Maggie again.

”Dad is about the only person I hate vexing,” began Polly once more.

”He is awfully rich, but he hates me to get into debt, and-- and-- there was no other way to raise money. I couldn't tell dad-- I-- couldn't keep out of debt, so I had to sell my things.”

”You have made a very lame excuse, Miss Singleton,” said Miss Eccleston after a pause. ”You did something which was extremely irregular and improper. Your reason for doing it was even worse than the thing itself. You were in debt. The students of St. Benet's are not expected to be in debt.”

”But there's no rule against it,” suddenly interrupted Maggie.

”Hus.h.!.+ your turn to speak will come presently. You know, Miss Singleton-- all the right-minded girls in this college know-- that we deal in principles, not rules. Now, please go on with your story.”

Polly's broken and confused narrative continued for the next five minutes. There were some t.i.tters from the girls behind her-- even Miss Heath smiled faintly. Miss Eccleston alone remained grave and displeased.

”That will do,” she said at last. ”You are a silly and rash girl, and your only possible defense is your desire to keep the knowledge of your extravagance from your father. Your love for him, however, has never taught you true n.o.bility. Had you that even in the most shadowy degree, you would abstain from the things which he detests. He gives you an ample allowance. Were you a schoolgirl and I your mistress, I should punish you severely for your conduct.”

Miss Eccleston paused. Polly put her handkerchief up to her eyes and began to sob loudly.

”Miss Oliphant,” said Miss Eccleston, ”will you please account for the fact that you, who are looked up to in this college, you who are one of our senior students, and for whom Miss Heath has a high regard, took part in the disgraceful scenes which occurred in Miss Singleton's room on Monday evening?”

”I shall certainly tell you the truth,” retorted Maggie. She paused for a moment. Then, the color flooding her cheeks, and her eyes looking straight before her, she began:

”I went to Miss Singleton's room knowing that I was doing wrong. I hated to go and did not take the smallest interest in the proceedings which were being enacted there.” She paused again. Her voice, which had been slightly faltering, grew a little firmer. Her eyes met Miss Heath's, which were gazing at her in sorrowful and amazed surprise.

Then she continued: ”I did not go alone. I took another and perfectly innocent girl with me. She is a newcomer, and this is her first term.

She would naturally be led by me, and I wish therefore to exonerate her completely. Her name is Priscilla Peel. She did not buy anything, and she hated being there even more than I did, but I took her hand and absolutely forced her to come with me.”

”Did you buy anything at the auction, Miss Oliphant?”

”Yes, a sealskin jacket.”

”Do you mind telling me what you paid for it?”

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