"
"I confess it?" remarked Priscilla; "that is a curious phrase to apply
to a statement. I confess nothing. I was in Maggie's room, but what of
that? When people confess things," she added with a naivete which
touched one or two of the girls, "they generally have done something
wrong. Now, what was there wrong in my sitting in my friend's room?"
"Oh, Miss Oliphant is your friend'?" said Rosalind.
"Of course, of course." But here a memory came over Priscilla; she
remembered Maggie's words the night before-- "You were my friend." For
the first time her voice faltered and the crimson flush of distress
covered her face. Rosalind's cruel eyes were fixed on her.
"Let me speak now," interrupted Miss Day. She gave Rosalind a piercing
glance which caused her, in her turn, to color violently. "It is just
this, Miss Peel," said Annie Day: "you will excuse my speaking
bluntly, but you are placed in a very unpleasant position."
"I? How?" asked Prissie.
"Oh, you great baby!" burst from Rosalind again.
"Please don't speak to me in that tone, Miss Merton," said Priscilla
with a new dignity which became her well. "Now, Miss Day, what have
you to say?"
To Prissie's surprise, at this juncture, Nancy Banister suddenly left
her seat and came and stood at the back of her chair.
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