"
She stamped her letter and, late as it was, took it down herself and
deposited it in the post-bag.
The next morning, when the students strolled in to breakfast, many
pairs of eyes were raised with a new curiosity to watch Priscilla
Peel. Even Maggie, as she drank her coffee and munched a piece of dry
toast, for she was a very poor eater, could not help flashing a keen
and interested glance at the young girl as she came into the room.
Prissie was the reverse of fashionable in her attire; her neat brown
cashmere dress had been made by Aunt Raby. The hemming, the stitching,
the gathering, the frilling which went to make up this useful garment
were neat, were even exquisite; but then, Aunt Raby was not gifted
with a stylish cut. Prissie's hair was smoothly parted, but the thick
plait on the back of the neck was by no means artistically coiled.
The girl's plain, pale face was not set off by the severity of her
toilet; there was no touch of spring or brightness anywhere, no look
or note which should belong to one so young, unless it was the extreme
thinness of her figure.
The curious eyes of the students were raised when she appeared and one
or two laughed and turned their heads away. They had heard of her
exploit of the night before.
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