"Oh! oh! oh! what could he see-- Geoffrey Hammond, of all people! He's
so exclusive too."
"Well," said Hetty Jones, standing up reluctantly, for she felt it was
time to return to her neglected studies, "wonders will never cease! I
could not have supposed that Mr. Hammond would condescend to go near
the Elliot-Smiths', and most certainly I should never have guessed
that he would look at a girl like Priscilla Peel."
"Well, he flirted with her," said Rosalind, "and she with him. They
were so delighted with one another that I could scarcely get Prissie
away when it was time to leave. They looked quite engrossed-- you know
the kind of air-- there was no mistaking it!"
"Miss Peel must have thanked you for taking her."
"Thanked me? That's not Miss Prissie's style. I could see she was
awfully vexed at being disturbed."
"Well, it's rather shabby," said Polly Singleton, speaking for the
first time. "Every one at St. Benet's know whom Mr. Hammond belongs."
"Yes, yes, of course, of course," cried several voices.
"And Maggie has been so kind to Miss Peel," continued Polly.
"Yes-- shame!-- how mean of little Propriety!" the voices echoed
again.
Rosalind gave a meaning glance at Annie Day. Annie raised her
eyebrows, looked interrogative, then her face subsided into a
satisfied expression.
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