No, we won't talk of them; we'll keep them away. Prissie, I
feel good to-night-- good-- and glad: it's such a nice feeling."
"I am sure of it," said Priscilla.
"What do you know about it, child? You have not tasted life yet. Wait
until you do. For instance-- no, though-- I won't enlighten you.
Prissie, what do you think of Geoffrey Hammond?"
"I think he loves you very much."
"Poor Geoffrey! Now, Prissie, you are to keep that little thought
quite dark in your mind-- in fact, you are to put it out of your mind.
You are not to associate my name with Mr. Hammond's-- not even in your
thoughts. You will very likely hear us spoken of together, and some of
the stupid girls here will make little quizzing, senseless remarks.
But there will be no truth in them, Prissie. He is nothing to me nor I
to him."
"Then why did you blow a kiss after him?" asked Priscilla.
Maggie stood still. It was too dark for Priscilla to see her blush.
"Oh, my many-sided nature!" she suddenly exclaimed. "It was a wicked
sprite made me blow that kiss. Prissie, my dear, I am cold: race me to
the house."
The two girls entered the wide hall, flushed and laughing. Other girls
were lingering about on the stairs. Some were just starting off to
evening service at Kingsdene; others were standing in groups,
chatting.
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