“How are you getting on?” she asked brightly. “Oh, by-the-bye, will you cocoa with me to-night at half-past ten?”
“I don’t know what you mean,” answered Priscilla. “But I’ll do it,” she added, her eyes brightening.
“All right, I’ll explain the simple ceremony when you come. My room is next to yours, so you’ll have no difficulty in finding me out. I don’t expect to have anyone present except Miss Banister,” nodding her head in Nancy’s direction, “and perhaps one other girl. By-bye, I’ll see you at half-past ten.”
Maggie turned to leave the hall, but Nancy lingered for a moment by Priscilla’s side.
“Wouldn’t you like to take your tea up to your room?” she asked. “We most of us do it. You may, you know.”
“I don’t think I wish to,” answered Priscilla, in an uncertain voice.
Nancy half-turned to go, then came back.
“You are going to unpack by-and-by, aren’t you?” she asked.
“Oh, yes, when I get back to my room.”
“Perhaps you ought to know beforehand; the girls will be coming to call.”