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Priscilla put it all slowly back again into her purse. Her face was still absolutely colourless. She laid the purse on the top of her bureau.
I do not suppose, she said, in a low, sad voice, that I am the sort of girl who often comes to a place of this sort. I am poor, and I have got to work hard, and I have no time for pleasure. Nevertheless, she added and now a great wave of colour swept over her face, and her eyes were lit up, and she had a sensation of feeling quite glad, and strong, and happy I am not going away because I am poor, and I am not going to mind what anyone thinks of me as long as I do right. My room must stay empty and bare, because I have no money to make it full and beautiful. And do you think that I would ask those those who sent me here to add one feathers weight to their cares and expenses, to give me money to buy beautiful things because I am afraid of you? No, I should be awfully afraid to do that; but I am not afraid of you.
Priscilla opened the drawer of her bureau and put her little light purse back again in its hiding-place.
Good-night, Miss Peel, said Miss Day, in a thin, small kind of voice.
Good-night, Miss Peel, said Miss Marsh. The girls went gently out of the room. They closed the door behind them, without making any noise. Nancy Banister remained behind. She came up to Priscilla, and kissed her.
You are brave, she said. I admire you. I I am proud of you. I am glad to know that a girl like you has come to live here.
Dont dont, said poor Prissie. Her little burst of courage had deserted her. She covered her face with her trembling hands. She did not want Nancy Banister to see that her eyes were full of tears.
Chapter Seven In Miss Oliphants Room
What is that? asked Miss Oliphant. She was leaning back in a deep easy-chair, and Nancy, who did not care for luxurious seats, had perched herself on a little stool at her feet. Nancy was a small, nervous-looking person; she had a zealous face, and eager, almost too active movements. Nancy was the soul of bustling good-nature, of brightness and kindness. She often said that Maggie Oliphants laziness rested her.
What is it? said Maggie, again. How are we in the wrong, Nance?
She lifted her dimpled hand as she spoke, and contemplated it with a slow, satisfied sort of smile.
We have made a mistake about Miss Peel, that is all; she is a very noble girl.
Oh, my dear Nance! Poor little Puritan Prissie! What next?
It is all very fine to call her names, replied Nancy here she sprang to her feet but I couldnt do what she did. Do you know that she absolutely and completely turned the tables on that vulgar Annie Day and that pushing, silly little Lucy Marsh. I never saw any two look smaller or poorer than those two when they skedaddled out of her room. Yes, thats the word they skedaddled to the door, both of them, looking as limp as a cotton dress when it has been worn for a week, and one almost treading on the others heels; and I do not think Prissie will be worried by them any more.
Really, Nancy, you look quite pretty when you are excited! Now, what did this wonderful Miss Peel do? Did she box the ears of those two detestable girls? If so, she has my hearty congratulations.
More than that, Maggie that poor, little, meek, awkward, slim creature absolutely demolished them. Oh! she did it in such a fine, simple, unworldly sort of way. I only wish you had seen her! They were twitting her about not going in for all the fun here, and, above everything, for keeping her room so bare and unattractive. You know she has been a fortnight here to-day, and she has not got an extra thing not one. There isnt a room in the Hall like hers its so bare and unhomelike. Whats
the matter, Maggie?
You neednt go on, Nancy: if its about the room, I dont want to hear it. You know I cant I cant bear it.
Maggies lips were trembling, her face was white, she shaded her eyes with her hand.
Oh, my darling, I am so sorry. I forgot I really did! There, you must try and think it was any room. What she did was all the same. Well, those girls had been twitting her. I expect shes had a nice fortnight of it! She turned very white, and at last her blood was up, and she just gave it to them. She opened her little trunk. I really could have cried. It was such a poor, pathetic sort of receptacle to be capable of holding all ones worldly goods, and she showed it to them empty! You see, she said, that I have no pictures nor ornaments here! Then she turned the contents of her purse into her hand. I think, Maggie, she had about thirty shillings in the world, and she asked Lucy Marsh to count her money, and inquired how many things she thought it would purchase at Spilmans. Then, Maggie, Priscilla turned on them. Oh, she did not look plain, then, nor awkward either. Her eyes had such a splendid, good, brave sort of light in them. And she said she had come here to work, and she meant to work, and her room must stay bare, for she had no money to make it anything else. But, she said, I am not afraid of you, but I am afraid of hurting those whoever those are those oh, with such a ring on the word who have sent me here!