"I am going to Kingsdene," said Maggie suddenly. "Prissie is coming
with me. Will you come, too, Constance? I wish you would."
"Thank you," said Constance. She hesitated for a moment. "It is the
best thing in the world for Heath Hall," she thought, "that the girls
should see me walking with Maggie to-day." Aloud she said, "All right,
Maggie, I'll go upstairs and put on my hat and jacket and meet you and
Miss Peel in the porch."
"We are going to tea at the Marshalls'," said Maggie. "You don't mind
that, do you? You know them, too?"
"Know them? I should think so. Isn't old Mrs. Marshall a picture? And
Helen is one of my best friends."
"You shall make Helen happy this afternoon, dear Constance."
Maggie ran gaily out of the room as she spoke, and a few minutes later
the three girls, in excellent spirits, started for Kingsdene.
As they entered the town they saw Rosalind Merton coming to meet them.
There was nothing in this, for Rosalind was a gay young person and had
many friends in Kingsdene. Few days passed that did not see her in the
old town on her way to visit this friend or that, or to perpetrate
some little piece of extravagance at Spilman's or at her dressmaker's.
On this occasion, however, Rosalind was neither at Spilman's or the
dressmaker's.
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