“I hope she won’t talk in Latin,” exclaimed Hattie. “Oh, it is nice to think of seeing Prissie so soon,” murmured Katie in an ecstasy. “I wonder,” began Rose in her practical voice, “how soon Prissie will begin to earn money. We want money even more than when she went away. Aunt Raby isn’t as well as she was then, and since the cows were sold——” “Hush!” said Hattie. “You know we promised we wouldn’t tell Prissie about the cows.” Just then a distant sound of wheels was heard. The little girls began to jump and shout; a moment later and Priscilla stood in the midst of her family. A great excitement followed her arrival. There were kisses and hugs and wild, rapturous words from the affectionate little sisters. Aunt Raby put her arms round Priscilla and gave her a solemn sort of kiss, and then the whole party adjourned into the supper-room. The feast which was spread was so dainty and abundant that Katie asked in a puzzled sort of way if Aunt Raby considered Prissie like the Prodigal Son. “What fancies you have, child!” said Aunt Raby. “The Prodigal Son, indeed! Thank Heaven, I’ve never had to do with that sort! As to Priscilla here, she’s as steady as Old Time. Well, child, and are you getting up your learning very fast?” “Pretty well, Aunt Raby.” “And you like your grand college and all those fine young-lady friends of yours?” “I haven’t any fine young-lady friends.” “H’m! I dare say they are like other girls; a little bit of learning and a great deal of dress, eh?” Priscilla colored. “There are all sorts of girls at St. Benet’s,” she said after a pause. “Some are real students, earnest, devoted to their work.” “Have you earned any money yet, Prissie?” exclaimed Hattie. “For if you have, I do want— look——” She thrust a small foot, encased in a broken shoe, prominently into view. “Hattie, go to bed this minute!” exclaimed Aunt Raby. “Go up to your room all three of you little girls. No more words— off at once, all of you. Prissie, you and I will go into the drawing-room, and I’ll lie on the sofa while you tell me a little of your college life.” “Aunt Raby always lies on the sofa in the evenings now,” burst from Hattie the irrepressible. Miss Peel rushed after the plump little girl and pushed her out of the room. “To bed, all of you!” she exclaimed. “To bed and to sleep! Now, Prissie, you are not to mind a word that child says. Come into the drawing-room and let us have a few words quietly. Oh, yes, I’ll lie on the sofa, my dear, if you wish it. But Hattie is wrong; I don’t do it every night. I suffer no pain either, Prissie. Many a woman of my age is racked with rheumatics.” The last words were said with a little gasp. The elder woman lay back on the sofa with a sigh of relief. She turned her face so that the light from the lamp should not reveal the deathly tired lines round it.