I have no one
to ask-- no one, really if you refuse. I have not half so many friends
as you think, and it would be quite too dreadful for poor Miss Forbes
not to have her money when she wants to spend it on her sick mother."
Priscilla hesitated for a moment. Two or three other girls were
walking down the corridor to the lecture-room; the door was flung
open.
"Very well," she said as she entered the room, followed by Rosalind,
"I will go with you. At what hour do you want to start?"
"At three o'clock. I'm awfully grateful. A thousand thanks, Miss
Peel."
Prissie nodded, seated herself at the lecture-table and in the
interest of the work which lay before her soon forgot all about
Rosalind and her troubles.
The afternoon of that day turned out not only foggy but wet. A
drizzling rain shrouded the landscape, and very few girls from St.
Benet's were venturing abroad.
At half-past two Nancy Banister came hastily into Priscilla's room.
"Maggie and I are going down to the library," she said, "to have a
cozy read by the fire; we want you to come with us. Why, surely you
are never going out, Miss Peel?"
"Yes, I am," answered Prissie in a resigned voice. "I don't like it a
bit, but Miss Merton has asked me to go with her to Kingsdene, and I
promised.
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