Out of herself she was no longer awkward, no longer
ungainly. She could only personate certain characters; light and airy
parts she could not attempt, but where much depended on passion and
emotion Priscilla could do splendidly. Every day her friends found
fresh points of interest in this queer girl. Nancy Banister was really
attached to her, Maggie was most faithful in her declared friendship
and Miss Heath took more notice of Priscilla than of any other girl in
the hall. The different lecturers spoke highly of Miss Peel's
comprehension, knowledge and ability. In short, things were going well
with her, and she owned to her own heart that she had never felt
happier in her life.
Prissie, too, was looking forward to the Christmas holidays. She was
to return home then, and her letters to her three little sisters, to
Aunt Raby and to Mr. Hayes were full of the delights of her college
life.
No one could have been more angry than poor Prissie during that
miserable time at the Elliot-Smiths'. Many complaints did she resolve
to make, and dire was the vengeance which she hoped would fall on
Rose's devoted head. But, during her talk with Mr. Hammond, some of
her anger had cooled down. He had touched on great subjects, and
Prissie's soul had responded like a musical instrument to the light
and skilled finger of the musician.
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