Priscilla walked into her room and Nancy went back to Maggie Oliphant.

CHAPTER IV

AN EAVESDROPPER

THE students at St. Benet's were accustomed to unlimited license in
the matter of sitting up at night. At a certain hour the electric
light were put out, but each girl was well supplied with candles and
could sit up and pursue her studies into the small hours, if she
willed.

It was late when Priscilla left Maggie Oliphant's room on this first
night, but, long as her journey had been, and tired as she undoubtedly
felt, the events of the evening had excited her, and she did not care
to go to bed. Her fire was now burning well, and her room was warm and
cozy. She drew the bolt of her door, and, unlocking her trunk, began
to unpack. She was a methodical girl and well trained. Miss Rachel
Peel had instilled order into Priscilla from her earliest days, and
she now quickly disposed of her small but neat wardrobe. Her linen
would just fit into the drawers of the bureau. Her two or three
dresses and jackets were hung tidily away behind the curtain which
formed her wardrobe.

Priscilla pushed her empty trunk against the wall, folded up the bits
of string and paper which lay scattered about, and then, slowly
undressing, she got into bed.

She undressed with a certain sense of luxuriousness and pleasure. Her