"My dear," she said to Prissie, "I have been anxious to cultivate your
acquaintance. Will you come and have tea with me in my room this
afternoon? And, Maggie, dear, will you come with Miss Peel?"

She laid her hand on Maggie's shoulder as she spoke, looked swiftly
into the young girl's face, then turned with a glance of great
interest to Priscilla.

"You will both come," she said. "That is right. I won't ask any one
else. We shall have a cozy time together, and Miss Peel can tell me
all about her studies, and aims, and ambitions."

"Thank you," said Maggie, "I'll answer for Miss Peel. We'll both come;
we shall be delighted."

Miss Heath nodded to the pair and walked swiftly down the long hall to
the dons' special entrance, where she disappeared.

"Is not she charming?" whispered Maggie. "Did I not tell you you would
fall in love with Dorothea?"

"But I have not," said Priscilla, coloring. "And I don't know whether
she is charming or not."

Maggie checked a petulant exclamation which was rising to her lips.
She was conscious of a curious desire to win her queer young
companion's goodwill and sympathy.

"Never mind," she said, "the moment of victory is only delayed. You
will tell a very different story after you have had tea with Dorothea