Say at once what you want to say, Rosalind, and stop
talking riddles, for I must fly to my work."
"Fly then," retorted Rosalind, "only think twice before you give your
confidence to a certain person. A person who makes a fine parade of
poverty and so-called honesty of purpose, but who can, and who does,
betray her kindest and best friend behind her back. It is my private
belief we have to thank this virtuous being for getting us into the
pleasant scrape we are in. I am convinced she has tried to curry favor
by telling Miss Heath all about poor Polly's auction."
"You mean Priscilla Peel?" said Nancy in a firm voice. She forgot her
German lecture now. "You have no right to say words of that kind. You
have taken a dislike to Prissie, no one knows why. She is not as
interesting nor as beautiful as Maggie, but she is good, and you
should respect her."
Rosalind laughed bitterly.
"Good? Is she? Ask Mr. Hammond. You say she is not beautiful nor
interesting. Perhaps he finds her both. Ask him."
"Rosalind, I shall tell Maggie what you say. This is not the first
time you have hinted unkind things about Priscilla. It is better to
sift a matter of this kind to the bottom than to hint it all over the
college as you are doing.
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