But I know enough of it already for the mere
purposes of rudimentary teaching. My German is faulty-- my French not
what it might he."
"Come, come, my dear; Peters is waiting to settle for the night. Can
we not talk on our way down to the cottage?"
Aunt Raby was fast asleep when Priscilla re-entered the little
sitting-room. The girl knelt down by the slight, old figure, and,
stooping, pressed a light kiss on the forehead. Light as it was it
awoke the sleeper.
"You are there still, child?" said Aunt Raby. "I dreamt you were
away."
"Would you like me to stay with you, auntie?"
"No, my dear; you help me upstairs and I'll get into bed. You ought to
be in your own bed, too, Prissie. Young creatures ought never to sit
up late, and you have a journey before you to-morrow."
"Yes, but would you like me not to take the journey? I am strong, and
could do all the work, and you might rest not only at night, but in
the day. You might rest always, if I stayed here."
Aunt Raby was wide awake now, and her eyes were very bright.
"Do you mean what you say, Priscilla?" she asked.
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