She turned her head with indignation and received scornful glances
from both girls. The four met for a moment at a certain corner. Maggie
said something to Annie Day and introduced Mr. Hammond to her. As she
did so, Rosalind took the opportunity to come up to Priscilla and
whisper to her:
"You're not wanted, you know. You had much better come home with us."
"What do you mean?" replied Prissie in her matter-of-fact voice. "Miss
Oliphant has asked me to go with her to the Marshalls'."
"Oh, well-- if you care to be in the----" resumed Rosalind.
Maggie suddenly flashed round on her.
"Come, Miss Peel, we'll be late," she said. "Goodby." She nodded to
Rosalind; her eyes were full of an angry fire; she took Prissie's hand
and hurried down the street.
The two girls walked away, still giggling; a deep color mantled
Maggie's cheeks. She turned and began to talk desperately to Mr.
Hammond. Her tone was flippant; her silvery laughter floated in the
air. Priscilla turned and gazed at her friend. She was seeing Maggie
in yet another aspect. She felt bewildered.
The three presently reached a pleasant house standing in its own
grounds. They were shown into a large drawing-room, full of young
people. Mrs. Marshall, a pretty old lady, with white hair, came
forward to receive them.
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