Chapter Sixteen.
Pretty Little Rosalind.
“I have done it now,” said Rosalind; “the estrangement will come about naturally. Propriety won’t head a party at this college, for she will not have Miss Oliphant’s support. My dear girls, we need do nothing further. The friendship we regretted is at an end.”
“Did you take Priscilla Peel to the Elliot-Smiths’ on purpose, then?” asked Miss Day.
“I took her there for my own purposes,” replied Rosalind. “I wanted to go. I could not go alone, as it is against our precious rules. It was not convenient for any of my own special friends to come with me, so I thought I’d play Prissie a nice little trick. Oh, wasn’t she angry! My dear girls, it was as good as a play to watch her face.”
Rosalind lay back in her chair and laughed heartily. Her laughter was as melodious as the sound of silver bells.
“Well,” said Miss Marsh, after a pause, “I wish you would stop laughing and go on with your story, Rose.”
Rosalind resumed her grave deportment.
“That’s all,” she said; “there’s nothing, more to tell.”