A curtain
of the same shut away the wardrobe and washing apparatus. Just under
one of the bay windows stood a writing-table, so contrived as to form
a writing-table, and a bookcase at the top, and a chest of drawers to
hold linen below. Besides this there was a small square table for tea
in the room and a couple of chairs. The whole effect was undoubtedly
bare.
Priscilla was hesitating whether to begin to unpack her trunk or not
when a light knock was heard at her door. She said "Come in," and two
girls burst rather noisily into the apartment.
"How do you do?" they said, favoring the fresh girl with a brief nod.
"You came to-day, didn't you? What are you going to study? Are you
clever?"
These queries issued rapidly from the lips of the tallest of the
girls. She had red hair, tousled and tossed about her head. Her face
was essentially commonplace; her small restless eyes now glanced at
Priscilla, now wandered over the room. She did not wait for a reply to
any of her queries, but turned rapidly to her companion.
"I told you so, Polly," she said. "I was quite sure that she was going
to be put into Miss Lee's room. You see, I'm right; this is Annabel
Lee's old room; it has never been occupied since."
"Hush!" said the other girl.
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