Below them lay a tiny lake as blue and as clear as a rare gem; round
about them towered snowy peaks, protectingly. All that was past--was
past! There did not seem to be any future; the present was sufficient.
"I think you must have been rather a good child, back there," Margaret
Moffatt said, looking steadfastly at the girl near her; "and, anyway, you
ought to have a rich reward for your hair if for no other reason."
"A recompense, you mean?"
"Heavens! no! I was thinking, as I often do when I see the lights in your
hair, that for making people so cheerful and contented nothing is too
good for you. I'm extremely fond of you, Priscilla Glynn! It's only when
you put on your cap and apron manner that I recall--unpleasant things.
Just tuck them out of sight and let us forget everything but--this!
Isn't it divine?"
"It's--yes, it is divine, Miss Moffatt."
"Now then! Along with the cap and apron, please pack away Miss Moffatt
and Miss Glynn. Let us be Priscilla and Margaret. This is a whim of mine,
but I have a fancy for knowing what kind of _girls_ we are. No one can
tamper with us here.
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