She wanted to see Miss Heath. She had a
queer kind of instinct, rather than any distinct impression, that in
Miss Heath's presence she would be protected, that Miss Heath would
know what to say, would know how to dispel the cloud of disgrace which
had suddenly been cast over her like a cloak.
"Is there anything wrong, Miss Peel?" said gentle little Ada Hardy,
coming up and speaking to her affectionately. Miss Hardy stood right
in Prissie's path, barring her way for a moment and causing her, in
spite of herself, to stop her headlong rush to the vice-principal's
room. Priscilla put up her hand to her brow. She looked in a dazed
sort of way at the kindhearted girl.
"What is the matter-- can I help you?" repeated Ada Hardy.
"You can't help me," said Prissie. "I want to see Miss Heath; let me
pass." She ran forward again, and some other girls, coming out of the
dining-hall, now came up to Ada and distracted her attention.
Miss Heath's private sitting-room was on the ground floor. This lovely
room has been described before. It was open now, and Prissie went in
without knocking; she thought she would see Miss Heath sitting as she
usually was at this hour, either reading or answering letters. She was
not in the room. Priscilla felt too wild and impetuous to consider any
action carefully just then.
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