"
The children were happy in their dreams, and Prissie was standing by
Aunt Raby's side.
"Why don't you sit down, child? You have done nothing but fidget,
fidget for the last half-hour."
"I want to go out, Aunt Raby."
"To go out? Sakes! what for? And on such a night, too!"
"I want to see Mr. Hayes."
"Prissie, I think you have got a bee in your bonnet. You'll be lost in
this mist."
"No, I won't. I missed Mr. Hayes to-day when he called, and I must see
him before I go back to St. Benet's. I have a question or two to ask
him, and I know every step of the way. Let me go, auntie, please, do!"
"You always were a wilful girl, Priscilla, and I think that college
has made you more obstinate than ever. I suppose the half-mannish ways
of all those girls tell upon you. There, if you must go-- do. I'm in
no mood for arguing. I'll have a bit of a sleep while you are out: the
muggy weather always makes me so drowsy."
Aunt Raby uttered a very weary yawn and turned her face from the
light. Priscilla stepped into the hall, put on her waterproof and
oldest hat and went out. She knew her way well to the little vicarage,
built of gray stone and lying something like a small, daring fly
against the brow of the hill.
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