"
"Oh, thank you," replied Rosalind; "if that's your opinion of me I'm
not inclined to do anything to please you. Spying and peeping, indeed!
What next?"
Annie Day patted her companion's small white hand.
"And so I've hurt the dear little baby's feelings!" she said. "But I
didn't mean to-- no, that I didn't. And she such a pretty, sweet
little pet as she is! Well, Rosie, you know what I mean. If we can
find out the truth about Miss Maggie we'll just have a quiet little
crow over her all to ourselves. I don't suppose we shall find out, but
the opportunities may arise-- who knows? Now I want to speak to you
about another person, and that is Maggie's new friend."
"What new friend?" Rosalind blushed brightly.
"That ugly Priscilla Peel. She has taken her up. Any one can see
that."
"Oh, I don't think so."
"But I do-- I am sure of it. Now I have good reason not to like Miss
Priscilla. You know what a virtuous parade she made of herself a few
nights ago?"
"Yes, you told me."
"Horrid, set-up minx! Just the sort of girl who ought to be suppressed
and crushed out of a college like ours. Vaunting her poverty in our
very faces and refusing to make herself pleasant or one with us in any
sort of way. Lucy Marsh and I had a long talk over her that night, and
we put our heads together to concoct a nice little bit of punishment
for her.
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