"I would do anything to help you, my love," she said tenderly, and,
stooping down, she kissed Maggie on her forehead.
"Perhaps, another time," answered Miss Oliphant.
"You are all that is good, Miss Heath, and I may as well own frankly
that I am neither well nor happy, but I have not come to speak of
myself just now. I want to say something about Priscilla Peel."
"Yes, what about her?"
"She came to you last night. I know what she came about."
"She told me she had confided in you," answered the vice-principal
gravely.
"Yes. Well, I have come to say that she must not be allowed to give up
her Greek and Latin."
"Why not?"
"Miss Heath, how can you say, why not'? Prissie is a genius; her
inclination lies in that direction. It is in her power to become one
of the most brilliant classical scholars of her day."
Miss Heath smiled. "Well, Maggie," she said slowly, "even suppose that
is the case-- and you must own that, clever as Priscilla is, you make
an extreme statement when you say such words-- she may do well, very
well, and yet turn her attention to other subjects for the present."
"It is cruel!" said Maggie, rising and stamping her foot impatiently.
"Priscilla has it in her to shed honor on our college.
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