Now I'm off to find Maggie. She is sure to be having one of
her bad times, poor darling."
Constance Field was a girl whose opinion was always received with
respect. Ida went off obediently to fulfil her behests; and Constance,
after searching in Maggie's room and wandering in different parts of
the grounds, found the truant at last, comfortably established with a
pile of new books and magazines in the library. The library was the
most comfortable room in the house, and Maggie was leaning back
luxuriously in an easy-chair, reading some notes from a lecture on
Aristotle aloud to Prissie, who sat at her feet and took down notes of
her own from Maggie's lips.
The two looked up anything but gratefully when Constance approached.
Miss Field, however, was not a person to be dismissed with a light and
airy word, and Maggie sighed and closed her book when Constance sat
down in an armchair, which she pulled close to her. There were no
other girls in the library, and Prissie, seeing that Miss Field
intended to be confidential, looked at Maggie with a disconsolate air.
"Perhaps I had better go up to my own room," she said timidly.
Maggie raised her brows and spoke in an impatient voice.
"You are in no one's way, Priscilla," she said.
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