"'This little scarf—it is Roman, too,—is just the thing for Julius Cæsar.'"
Then with one or two minor touches to the room she hurried away.
CHAPTER VIII
A PRIZE WINNER
While Martine was thus mischievously occupied, Priscilla, unconscious of what was going on, continued her work.
She had not heard her aunt come in, but when she went down to dinner she instantly realized that Mrs. Tilworth was displeased. Was there any possibility that the injury to the bureau-scarf had been discovered? At once Priscilla dismissed that thought, knowing Mrs. Tilworth could not have been in her room, as she herself had not left it.
As the young girl turned toward the dining-room Mrs. Tilworth laid her hand on her shoulder.