Her laugh rang out clear and
joyous; her smile was like sunshine, her cheeks had roses in them and
her eyes were as bright as stars.
CHAPTER XI
CONSPIRATORS
ANNIE DAY and her friend Rosalind ceased to laugh as soon as they
turned the corner. Annie now turned her eyes and fixed them on
Rosalind, who blushed and looked uncomfortable.
"Well," said Annie, "you are a humbug, Rose! What a story you told me
about Mr. Hammond-- how he looked at you and was so anxious to make
use of you. Oh, you know all you said. You told me a charming story
about your position as gooseberry.' You expected a little fun for
yourself, didn't you, my friend? Well, it seems to me that if any one
is to have the fun, it is Priscilla Peel."
Rosalind had rather a nervous manner. She bit her lips now; her
baby-blue eyes looked angry, her innocent face wore a frown. She
dropped her hold of Annie Day's arm.
Miss Day was one of the most commonplace girls at Heath Hall. She had
neither good looks nor talent; she had no refinement of nature nor had
she those rugged but sterling qualities of honesty and integrity of
purpose which go far to cover a multitude of other defects.
"I wish you wouldn't speak to me in that way," said Rosalind with a
little gasp.
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