She turned her head with indignation and received scornful glances from both girls. The four met for a moment at a certain corner. Maggie said something to Annie Day and introduced Mr. Hammond to her. As she did so, Rosalind took the opportunity to come up to Priscilla and whisper to her: “You’re not wanted, you know. You had much better come home with us.” “What do you mean?” replied Prissie in her matter-of-fact voice. “Miss Oliphant has asked me to go with her to the Marshalls’.” “Oh, well— if you care to be in the——” resumed Rosalind. Maggie suddenly flashed round on her. “Come, Miss Peel, we’ll be late,” she said. “Goodby.” She nodded to Rosalind; her eyes were full of an angry fire; she took Prissie’s hand and hurried down the street. The two girls walked away, still giggling; a deep color mantled Maggie’s cheeks. She turned and began to talk desperately to Mr. Hammond. Her tone was flippant; her silvery laughter floated in the air. Priscilla turned and gazed at her friend. She was seeing Maggie in yet another aspect. She felt bewildered. The three presently reached a pleasant house standing in its own grounds. They were shown into a large drawing-room, full of young people. Mrs. Marshall, a pretty old lady, with white hair, came forward to receive them. Maggie was swept away amid fervent embraces and handshakes to the other end of the room. Mrs. Marshall saw that Priscilla looked frightened; she took her under her wing, sat down by her on a sofa and began to talk. Prissie answered in a sedate voice. Mrs. Marshall had a very gentle manner. Prissie began to lose her shyness; she almost imagined that she was back again with Aunt Raby. “My dear, you will like us all very much,” the old lady said. “No life can be so absolutely delightful as that of a girl graduate at St. Benet’s. The freedom from care, the mixture of study with play, the pleasant social life, all combine to make young women both healthy and wise. Ah, my love, we leave out the middle of the old proverb. The girls at St. Benet’s are in that happy period of existence when they need give no thought to money-making.” “Some are,” said Prissie. She sighed and the color rushed into her cheeks. Mrs. Marshall looked at her affectionately. “Helen,” she called to her granddaughter who was standing near, “bring Miss Peel another cup of tea— and some cake, Helen— some of that nice cake you made yesterday. Now, my love, I insist. You don’t look at all strong. You really must eat plenty.” Helen Marshall supplied Prissie’s wants, was introduced to her, and, standing near, joined in the talk. “I am so glad you know Miss Oliphant,” said Mrs. Marshall. “She will make a delightful friend for you.” “And isn’t she lovely?” said Helen Marshall. “I don’t think I know any one with such a beautiful face. You ought to be very proud to have her as a friend. Aren’t you very proud?” “No,” said Prissie, “I don’t know that I am. I am not even sure that she is my friend.”