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Thank you, said Priscilla again. She longed to add, I should love beyond words to come into your room; but instead she remarked icily, I think Miss Heath has given me printed rules.

Oh, you have seen our dear Dorothea I mean Miss Heath. Isnt she lovely?

I dont know, answered Priscilla. I think shes rather a plain person.

My dear Miss (I have not caught your name) you really are too deliciously prosaic. Stay here for a month, and then tell me if you think Dorothea I mean Miss Heath plain. No, I wont say any more. You must find out for yourself. But now, about the rules. I dont mean the printed rules. We have, I assure you, at St. Benets all kinds of little etiquettes which we expect each other to observe. We are supposed to be democratic, and inclined to go in for all that is advanced in womanhood. But, oh dear, oh dear! let any student dare to break one of our own little pet proprieties, and you will see how conservative we can be.

Have I broken any of them? asked Priscilla in alarm. I did notice that everyone stared at me when I came into the hall, but I thought it was because my face was fresh, and I hoped people would get accustomed to me by-and-by.

You poor dear child, there are lots of fresh faces here besides yours. You should have come down under the shelter of my wing, then it would have been all right.

But what have I done? Do tell me. Id much rather know.

Well, dear, you have only come into the hall by the dons entrance, and you have only seated yourself at the top of the table, where the learned students who are going in for a tripos take their august meals. That is pretty good for a Fresher. Forgive me, we call the new girls Freshers for a week or two. Oh, you have done nothing wrong. Of course not, how could you know any better? Only I think it would be nice to put you up to our little rules, would it not?

I should be very much obliged, said Priscilla. And please tell me now where I ought to sit at dinner.

Miss Oliphants merry eyes twinkled.

Look down

this long hall, she said. Observe that door at the farther end that is the students door; through that door you ought to have entered.

Yes well, well?

What an impatient Well, well. I shall make you quite an enthusiastic Benetite before dinner is over.

Priscilla blushed.

I am sorry I spoke too eagerly, she said.

Oh, no, not a bit too eagerly.

But please tell me where I ought to have seated myself.

There is a table near that lower entrance, Miss

Peel, interposed Priscilla. My name is Priscilla Peel.

How quaint and great-grandmotherly. Quite delicious! Well, Miss Peel, by that entrance door is a table, a table rather in a draught, and consecrated to the Freshers there the Freshers humbly partake of nourishment.

I see. Then I am as far from the right place as I can be.

About as far as you can be.

And that is why all the girls have stared so at me.

Yes, of course; but let them stare. Who minds such a trifle?

Priscilla sat silent for a few moments. One of the neat waiting-maids removed her plate; her almost untasted dinner lay upon it. Miss Oliphant turned to attack some roast mutton with truly British vigour.

By-and-by Priscillas voice, stiff but with a break in it, fell upon her ear.

I think the students at St. Benets must be very cruel.

My dear Miss Peel, the honour of the most fascinating college in England is imperilled. Unsay those words.

Maggie Oliphant was joking. Her voice was gay with badinage, her eyes brimful of laughter. But Priscilla, unaccustomed to light repartee or chaff in any form, replied to her with heavy and pained seriousness.

I think the students here are cruel, she repeated. How can a stranger know which is the dons entrance, and which is the right seat to take at table? If nobody shows her, how can a stranger know? I do think the students are cruel, and I am sorry I am very sorry I came.

Chapter Three An Unwilling At Home.

At this moment a soft, plump little hand was slipped into hers, and the sweetest of voices said

I am so sorry anything has seemed unkind to you. Believe me, we are not what you imagine. We have our fun and our prejudices, of course, but we are not what you think we are.

Priscilla could not help smiling, nor could she resist slightly squeezing the fingers which touched hers.

You are not unkind, I know, she answered; and she ate the rest of her dinner in a comforted frame of mind.

After dinner one of the lecturers who resided at Heath Hall, a pleasant, bright girl of two- or three-and-twenty, came and introduced herself, and presently took Priscilla with her to her own room, to talk over the line of study which the young girl proposed to take up. This conference lasted some little time, and then Priscilla, in the lecturers company, returned to the hall for tea.

A great many girls kept coming in and out. Some stayed to have tea, but most helped themselves to tea and bread-and-butter, and took them away to partake of in their own private rooms.

Maggie Oliphant and Nancy Banister presently rushed in for this purpose. Maggie, seeing Priscilla, ran up to her.