But my
impression is that the style and cut of that dress would scarcely have
a large demand in fashionable quarters."
"Oh, sir!" Prissie blushed all over. "You know I said I should have to
learn."
"My dear child," said Mr. Hayes firmly, "when it becomes a question of
a woman earning her bread, let her turn to that path where promise
lies. There is no promise in the fit of that gown, Prissie. But here--
here there is much."
He touched her big forehead lightly with his hand.
"You must not give up your books, my dear," he said, "for,
independently of the pleasure they afford, they will also give you
bread and butter. Go home now and let me think over matters. Come
again to-morrow. I may have important things to say to you."
From this conversation came the results which, shortly after the
completion of her eighteenth year, made Priscilla an inmate of St.
Benet's far-famed college for women. Mr. Hayes left no stone unturned
to effect his object. He thought Priscilla could do brilliantly as a
teacher, and he resolved that for this purpose she should have the
advantages which a collegiate life alone could offer to her. He
himself prepared her for her entrance examination, and he and Aunt
Raby between them managed the necessary funds to give the girl a
three-years' life as a student in these halls of learning.
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