THE REDEMPTION OF ANTHONY
"Yes, I suppose you'll miss it—the routine life, and your friends, and all. We might ask some of the girls to visit you—would you like that? Who was your best friend?"
Priscilla hesitated. "Well, I don't know that I really had one. I didn't go about with the other girls very much; I always had my—I always spent my time with—"
"Well, with whom?"
"I'd rather not tell you, if you don't mind."
"You'd rather not tell? Why, what do you mean, Priscilla? Who was this mysterious companion?"
"Please don't laugh, mother—it was just somebody I pretended."
"Your best friend was somebody you pretended?" repeated Mrs. Martin curiously.
Priscilla nodded.
"What a strange child you are! Didn't you like the girls?"
"Oh, yes—some of them. But if you just pretend your best friend, she's always with
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