She glanced nervously at Maggie, who
had taken up a book and was pretending to read. "He came and he spoke
to me. He was very, very kind, and he made me so happy."
"Dear Prissie," said Maggie suddenly. She got up, went over to the
young girl, tapped her affectionately on the shoulder and left the
room.
Prissie sat, looking thoughtfully before her. After a time she bade
Nancy Banister "good night" and went off to her own room to study the
notes she had taken that morning at the French lecture.
The next few days passed without anything special occurring. If a
little rumor were already beginning to swell in the air, it scarcely
reached the ears of those principally concerned. Maggie Oliphant
continued to make a special favorite of Miss Peel. She sat near her at
breakfast and at the meetings of the Dramatic Society was particularly
anxious to secure a good part for Prissie. The members of the society
intended to act The Princess before the end of the term, and as there
was a great deal to work up and many rehearsals were necessary, they
met in the little theater on most evenings.
Maggie Oliphant had been unanimously selected to take the part of the
Princess. She electrified every one by drawing Miss Peel toward her
and saying in an emphatic voice:
"You must be the Prince, Priscilla.
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