Each hall stood in its own
grounds and was more or less a complete home in itself. There were
resident lecturers and demonstrators for the whole college and one
lady principal, who took the lead and was virtually head of the
college.
Miss Vincent was the name of the present principal. She was an old
lady and had a vice-principal under her at Vincent Hall, the largest
and newest of these spacious homes, where young women received the
advantages of university instruction to prepare them for the battle of
life.
Priscilla was to live at Heath Hall-- a slightly smaller house, which
stood at a little distance away-- its grounds being divided from the
grounds of Vincent Hall by means of a rustic paling. Miss Heath was
the very popular vice-principal of this hall, and Prissie was
considered a fortunate girl to obtain a home in her house. She sat now
a forlorn and rather scared young person, huddled up in one corner of
the fly which turned in at the wide gates, and finally deposited her
and her luggage at the back entrance of Heath Hall.
Priscilla looked out in the darkness of the autumn night with
frightened eyes. She hated herself for feeling nervous. She had told
Aunt Raby that, of course, she would have no silly tremors, yet here
she was trembling and scarcely able to pay the cabman his fare.
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