"I don't seem to think or care much about that now," said Calista. "Of course, I am glad to have something decent to wear, and to finish my education; but I had rather set my heart on being a teacher. However, there is no telling what may happen yet. 'There's many a slip,' you know." CHAPTER NINETEENTH. MISS PRISCILLA MAKES CHANGES. THE proverb which Calista had quoted did not seem likely to be fulfilled in her case. The business went on smoothly. Calista wisely resolved to ask no questions, and to think as little as possible about the matter. She worked very hard at her lessons, did her best to please Mrs. Fabian, accepting in the best spirit all that lady's hints about manners, dress, and so forth, and fell into all the ways of a daughter of the house. She was happier than she had supposed possible, and would have been quite happy but for her anxiety about her aunt. Mrs. Fabian said she should never be able to part with Calista, and began to calculate the time of her nephew's return from Europe. Miss Priscilla had waited impatiently for Chloe's return. And the moment she entered the house, she was saluted with the question,— "Chloe, where's Miss Calista?" "Why, she's at Mrs. Fabian's, of course, a-having of a good time," answered Chloe, assuming that mask of absolute non-comprehension which only a negro or an Indian can assume to perfection. "The last I saw of her she was a-setting on the back stoop helping Mrs. Fabian peel and core crab-apples. Mrs. Fabian, she has a little tin thing that she had made a purpose, but I always takes a quill," concluded Chloe, with the air of one communicating valuable information. "I think the tin kind of blacks 'em, don't you?" "Nonsense! What do I care about your crab-apples?" said Miss Priscilla, impatiently. "When is she coming home?" "Not for a good long while, I should think," answered Chloe, with an innocent air of surprise. "She took her trunk, didn't she? I thought I saw it standing in her bed-room." Miss Priscilla was not pleased. She said no more at the time, but the next day she ordered the chaise to drive to town. "Put Miss Calista's room in nice order," said she to Chloe. "You can give her the wash-basin and pitcher out of the front bed-room, and some white towels out of the press. I presume she will come back with me. A day or two's visit is all very well, but I don't want her staying on to be spoiled by that foolish woman." "Now, I call Mrs. Fabian a real nice lady," said Chloe. "She hardly ever speaks a harsh word, and knows how to keep house as well as any one I ever saw." "Much you know about housekeeping! Tell David to have the chaise ready, and get out my brown silk and my India shawl." In the brown silk and the India shawl did Miss Priscilla alight at Mr. Fabian's, and ask for Miss Stanfield. "Oh, Mrs. Fabian, please don't leave me alone with her," said Calista. "I don't know what she may do."