Send me all you can, precious mamsie, and
make your Baby happy.
"Your own little ROSE.
"P. S.-- Oh, mamsie, such a sealskin! and such coral!"
This artless epistle was quickly enclosed in an envelope, addressed
and deposited in the post-box. Afterward pretty little Rosalind spent
a night of dreamless slumber and awoke in the morning as fresh and
innocent-looking as the fairest of the babies she compared herself to.
CHAPTER XVII
SEALSKIN AND PINK CORAL
MONDAY arrived. It wanted now less than three weeks to the end of the
term. A good many of the girls were talking about home and Christmas,
and already the hard-worked, the studious, the industrious were owning
to the first symptoms of that pleasant fatigue which would entitle
them to the full enjoyment of their merited holiday.
Priscilla was now a happy girl. She had found her niche in the
college; her work was delightful. Under Maggie's advice she became a
member of the Debating Society and rather reluctantly allowed her name
to be entered in the Dramatic Club. She felt very shy about this, but
that was because she did not know her own power. To her astonishment,
Priscilla found that she could act. If the part suited her she could
throw herself into it so that she ceased to be awkward, ungainly
Priscilla Peel.
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