You know she's horridly shy, and as gauche as if she lived in
the backwoods, and we meant to 'send her to Coventry.' We had it all
arranged, and a whole lot of girls would have joined us, for it's
contrary to the spirit of a place like this to allow girls of the
Priscilla Peel type to become popular or liked in any way. But, most
unluckily, poor, dear, good, but stupid, Nancy Banister was in the
room when Prissie made her little oration, and Nancy took her up as if
she were a heroine and spoke of her as if she had done something
magnificent, and, of course, Nancy told Maggie, and now Maggie is as
thick as possible with Prissie. So you see, my dear Rosalind, our
virtuous little scheme is completely knocked on the head."
"I don't see--" began Rosalind.
"You little goose, before a week is out Prissie will be the fashion.
All the girls will flock around her when Maggie takes her part. Bare,
ugly rooms will be the rage; poverty will be the height of the
fashion, and it will be considered wrong even to go in for the
recognized college recreations. Rosie, my love, we must nip this
growing mischief in the bud."
"How?" asked Rosalind.
"We must separate Maggie Oliphant and Priscilla Peel."
"How?" asked Rose again. "I'm sure," she added in a vehement voice,
"I'm willing-- I'm more than willing.
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