“Yes, Maggie.”
“That is right. Now keep your hand in my arm. Let’s walk fast Is it not glorious to walk in this semi-frosty sort of weather? Prissie, you’ll see a vast lot that you don’t approve of in your new friend.”
“Oh, I don’t care,” said Priscilla.
She felt so joyous she could have skipped.
“I’ve as many sides,” continued Maggie, “as a chameleon has colours. I am the gayest of the gay, as well as the saddest of the sad. When I am gay you may laugh with me, but I warn you when I am sad you must never cry with me. Leave me alone when I have my dark moods on, Prissie.”
“Very well, Maggie, I’ll remember.”
“I think you’ll make a delightful friend,” said Miss Oliphant, just glancing at her; “but I pity your side of the bargain.”
“Why?”
“Because I’ll try you so fearfully.”
“Oh, no, you won’t. I don’t want to have a perfect friend.”