thing we have a great sympathy. What have you read? Do tell me."

Miss Heath stepped directly into the background. The two girls
conversed for a long time together.

CHAPTER X

ST. HILDA'S CHAPEL

"HERE we are now," said Maggie Oliphant, touching her young companion;
"we are in good time; this is the outer chapel. Yes, I know all that
you are thinking, but you need not speak; I did not want to speak the
first time I came to St. Hilda's. Just follow me quickly. I know this
verger; he will put us into two stalls; then it will be perfect."

"Yes," answered Priscilla. She spoke in an awed kind of voice. The
cool effect of the dark oak, combined with the richness of the many
shafts of colored light coming from the magnificent windows, gave her
own face a curious expression. Was it caused by emotion or by the
strange lights in the chapel?

Maggie glanced at her, touched her hand for a moment and then hurried
forward to her seat.

The girls were accommodated with stalls just above the choir. They
could read out of the college prayer-books and had a fine view of the
church.

The congregation streamed in, the choir followed; the doors between
the chapel and ante-chapel were shut, the curtains were dropped and