She heard a girl's laugh in the distance, and it caused her to start
so violently that she dropped one of her few treasured sixpences,
which went rolling about aimlessly almost under the horse's hoofs.
"Stop a minute, I'll find it for you," said a voice. A tall girl with
big, brown eyes suddenly darted into view, picked up the sixpence as
if by magic, popped it into Priscilla's hand and then vanished.
Priscilla knew that this was the girl who had laughed; she heard her
laughing again as she turned to join some one who was standing beside
a laurel hedge. The two linked their arms together and walked off in
the darkness.
"Such a frightened poor fresher!" said the girl who had picked up the
sixpence to her companion.
"Maggie," said the other in a warning voice, "I know you, I know what
you mean to do."
"My dear, good Nancy, it is more than I know myself. What awful
indiscretion does your prophetic soul see me perpetrating?"
"Oh, Maggie, as if anything could change your nature! You know you'll
take up that miserable fresher for about a fortnight, and make her
imagine that you are going to be excellent friends for the rest of
your life, and then-- p---- f! you'll snuff her out as if she had
never existed; I know you, Maggie, and I call it cruel.
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