That is pretty good for a fresher. Forgive me, we call the new
girls freshers for a week or two. Oh, you have done nothing wrong. Of
course not, how could you know any better? Only I think it would be
nice to put you up to our little rules, would it not?"
"I should be very much obliged," said Priscilla. "And please tell me
now where I ought to sit at dinner."
Miss Oliphant's merry eyes twinkled.
"Look down this long hall," she said. "Observe that door at the
further end-- that is the students' door; through that door you ought
to have entered."
"Yes-- well, well?"
"What an impatient 'well, well.' I shall make you quite an
enthusiastic Benetite before dinner is over."
Priscilla blushed.
"I am sorry I spoke too eagerly," she said.
"Oh, no, not a bit too eagerly."
"But please tell me where I ought to have seated myself."
"There is a table near that lower entrance, Miss----"
"Peel," interposed Priscilla. "My name is Priscilla Peel."
"How quaint and great-grandmotherly. Quite delicious! Well, Miss Peel,
by that entrance door is a table, a table rather in a draught, and
consecrated to the freshers-- there the freshers humbly partake of
nourishment."
"I see. Then I am as far from the right place as I can be.
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