"I am so glad you know Miss Oliphant," said Mrs. Marshall. "She will
make a delightful friend for you."
"And isn't she lovely?" said Helen Marshall. "I don't think I know any
one with such a beautiful face. You ought to be very proud to have her
as a friend. Aren't you very proud?"
"No," said Prissie, "I don't know that I am. I am not even sure that
she is my friend."
"Of course she is-- she wrote most affectionately of you to
grandmother. You can't think how nicely she spoke. We were glad, we
were delighted, because Maggie-- dear Maggie-- has had no great
friends lately. Now, if you have had your tea, Miss Peel, I'll take
you about the room and introduce you to one or two people."
Priscilla rose from her seat at once, and the two girls began to move
about the crowded drawing-room. Helen Marshall was very slight and
graceful; she piloted Prissie here and there without disturbing any
one's arrangements. At last the two girls found themselves in an
immense conservatory, which opened into the drawing-room at one end.
A great many of the guests were strolling about here. Priscilla's eyes
sparkled at the sight of the lovely flowers. She forgot herself and
made eager exclamations of ecstasy. Helen, who up to now had thought
her a dull sort of girl, began to take an interest in her.
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