this evening. Now, let us come and look at the notice-boards and see
what the day's program is. By the way, are you going to attend any
lectures this morning?"

"Yes, two," said Prissie-- "one on Middle History, from eleven to
twelve, and I have a French lecture afterward."

"Well, I am not doing anything this morning. I wish you were not. We
might have taken a long walk together. Don't you love long walks?"

"Oh, yes; but there is no time for anything of that sort here--
nor----" Priscilla hesitated. "I don't think there's space for a very
long walk here," she added. The color rushed into her cheeks as she
spoke and her eyes looked wistful.

Maggie laughed.

"What are your ideas in regard to space, Miss Peel? The whole of
Kingsdeneshire lies before us. We are untrammeled and can go where we
please. Is not that a sufficiently broad area for our roamings?"

"But there is no sea," said Priscilla. "We should never have time to
walk from here to the sea, and nothing-- nothing else seems worth
while."

"Oh, you have lived by the sea?"

"Yes, all my life. When I was a little girl, my home was near Whitby,
in Yorkshire, and lately I have lived close to Lyme-- two extreme
points of England, you will say; but no matter, the sea is the same.