Three Girls from School By L.T. Meade Illustrations by Percy Tarrant Published by W and R Chambers, Ltd, London, Edinburgh. This edition dated 1907. Three Girls from School, by L.T. Meade. ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ THREE GIRLS FROM SCHOOL, BY L.T. MEADE. CHAPTER ONE. LETTERS. Priscilla Weir, Mabel Lushington, and Annie Brooke were all seated huddled up close together on the same low window-sill. The day was a glorious one in the beginning of July. The window behind the girls was open, and the softest of summer breezes came in and touched their young heads, playing with the tumbled locks of hair of different shades, varying from copper-colour to dark, and then to brightest gold. Priscilla was the owner of the dark hair; Mabel possessed the copper-colour, Annie Brooke the gold. All three girls looked much about the same age, which might have been anything from sixteen to eighteen. Priscilla was perhaps slightly the youngest of the trio. She had dark-grey, thoughtful eyes; her face was pale, her mouth firm and resolved. It was a sad mouth for so young a girl, but was also capable of much sweetness. Mabel Lushington was made on a big scale. She was already well developed, and the copper in her lovely hair was accompanied by a complexion of peachlike bloom, by coral lips, and red-brown eyes. Those lips of hers were, as a rule, full of laughter. People said of Mabel that she was always either laughing or smiling. She was very much liked in the school, for she was at once good-natured and rich. Annie Brooke was small. She was the sort of girl who would be described as _petite_. Her hair was bright and pretty. She had beautiful hands and feet, and light-blue eyes. But she was by no means so striking-looking as Mabel Lushington, or so thoughtful and intellectual as Priscilla Weir. The post had just come in, and two of the girls had received letters. Priscilla read hers, turned a little paler than her wont, slipped it into her pocket, and sat very still, Mabel, on the contrary, held her unopened letter in her lap, and eagerly began to question Priscilla. "Whom have you heard from? What is the matter with you? Why don't you divulge the contents?" "Yes, do, Priscilla, please," said Annie Brooke, who was the soul of curiosity. "You know, Priscilla, you never could have secrets from your best friends." "I have got to leave school," said Priscilla; "there is nothing more to be said. My uncle has written; he has made up his mind; he says I am to learn farming." "Farming!" cried the other two. "You--a girl!" "Oh, dairy-work," said Priscilla, "and the managing of a farm-house generally. If I don't succeed within six months he will apprentice me, he says, to a dressmaker." "Oh, poor Priscilla! But you are a lady." "Uncle Josiah doesn't mind." "What an old horror he must be!" said Annie Brooke.