If those words were cruel, forgive me. Forget those words, Prissie."
"I will if you will."
"I? I have forgotten them utterly."
"Thank you, thank you."
"Then we'll be friends-- real friends; true friends?"
Yes."
"You must say Yes, Maggie.'"
"Yes, Maggie."
"That is right. Now keep your hand in my arm. Let's walk fast. Is it
not glorious to walk in this semi-frosty sort of weather? Prissie,
you'll see a vast lot that you don't approve of in your new friend."
"Oh, I don't care," said Priscilla.
She felt so joyous she could have skipped.
"I've as many sides," continued Maggie, "as a chamelon has colors. I
am the gayest of the gay, as well as the saddest of the sad. When I am
gay you may laugh with me, but I warn you when I am sad you must never
cry with me. Leave me alone when I have my dark moods on, Prissie."
"Very well, Maggie, I'll remember."
"I think you'll make a delightful friend," said Miss Oliphant, just
glancing at her; "but I pity your side of the bargain."
"Why?"
"Because I'll try you so fearfully."
"Oh, no, you won't. I don't want to have a perfect friend."
"Perfect. No, child-- Heaven forbid. But there are shades of
perfection. Now, when I get into my dark moods, I feel wicked as well
as sad.
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