CHAPTER V. 

_WHAT PRIS DID._ 

Priscilla, meantime, was racking her brain to discover how she could help Philip; for since she had broken off her engagement no one spoke of him to her, and she could only judge of how things were going with him by what she saw and heard as she went about her daily task. 

Pris kept school, and the road which she must take twice a day led directly by the office where Phil was studying medicine with old Dr. Buffum. Formerly she always smiled and nodded as she passed, or stopped to chat a moment with the student, who usually chanced to be taking a whiff of fresh air at that instant. Little notes flew in and out, and often her homeward walk was cheered by a companion, who taught the pretty teacher lessons she found it very easy to learn. 

A happy time! But it was all over now, and brief glimpses of a brown head bent above a desk near that window was the only solace poor Pris had. The head never turned as she went by, but she felt sure that Phil knew her step, and found that moment, as she did, the hardest of the day. 

She longed to relent, but dared not yet. He longed to show that he repented, but found it difficult without a sign of encouragement. So they went their separate ways, seldom meeting, for Phil stuck to his books with dogged resolution, and Pris had no heart for society. 
Who had been engaged?
Who to?
Did she ever see him now?
Where doe he study?
What was he studying?
Did she ever go by the office?
How often?
Would she run into him there?
Before they broke up?
What would he be doing just as she would come by?
What would he be doing before they broke up?
What was her profession?
What would happen on her return trip home?
Was she happy at the time?
Did she like to socialize?
What did Phil do with his time?
Did he ever acknowledge her presence when she came by the doctor's office?
Was she happy at that time of day?
Would people talk about him to her?
What was she trying to discover?
Priscilla
Priscilla, meantime, was racking her brain to discover how she could help Philip; for since she had broken off her engagement 
Phillip
Priscilla, meantime, was racking her brain to discover how she could help Philip; for since she had broken off her engagement no one spoke of him to her,
No
scilla, meantime, was racking her brain to discover how she could help Philip; for since she had broken off her engagement no one spoke of him to her, and she could only judge of how things were going with him by what she saw and heard as she went about her daily task.
With Dr. Buffum.
Pris kept school, and the road which she must take twice a day led directly by the office where Phil was studying medicine with old Dr. Buffum.
Medicine
Pris kept school, and the road which she must take twice a day led directly by the office where Phil was studying medicine
Yes
Pris kept school, and the road which she must take twice a day led directly by the office where Phil was studying medicine with old Dr. Buffum
Twice a day
Pris kept school, and the road which she must take twice a day led directly by the office where Phil was studying medicine with 
No
A happy time! But it was all over now, and brief glimpses of a brown head bent above a desk near that window was the only solace poor Pris had. The head never turned as she went by, but she felt sure that Phil knew her step, and found that moment, as she did, the hardest of the day
Yes
Pris kept school, and the road which she must take twice a day led directly by the office where Phil was studying medicine with old Dr. Buffum. Formerly she always smiled and nodded as she passed, or stopped to chat a moment with the student, who usually chanced to be taking a whiff of fresh air at that instant. Little notes flew in and out, and often her homeward walk was cheered by a companion, who taught the pretty teacher lessons she found it very easy to learn. 

A happy time! But it was all over now, and brief glimpses of a brown head bent above a desk near that window was the only solace poor Pris had. The head never turned as she went by, but she felt sure that Phil knew her step, and found that moment, as she did, the hardest of the day. 
Bending his head down
A happy time! But it was all over now, and brief glimpses of a brown head bent above a desk near that window was the only solace poor Pris had
He would come out to chat
 Formerly she always smiled and nodded as she passed, or stopped to chat a moment with the student,
Teacher
Little notes flew in and out, and often her homeward walk was cheered by a companion, who taught the pretty teacher lessons she found it very easy to learn. 
She was cheered by a companion
Little notes flew in and out, and often her homeward walk was cheered by a companion, who taught the pretty teacher lessons she found it very easy to learn. 
Yes
Little notes flew in and out, and often her homeward walk was cheered by a companion, who taught the pretty teacher lessons she found it very easy to learn. 

A happy time!
No
Pris had no heart for society.
Stuck to his books
So they went their separate ways, seldom meeting, for Phil stuck to his books
No
A happy time! But it was all over now, and brief glimpses of a brown head bent above a desk near that window was the only solace poor Pris had. The head never turned as she went by, 
No
 but she felt sure that Phil knew her step, and found that moment, as she did, the hardest of the day
No
Priscilla, meantime, was racking her brain to discover how she could help Philip; for since she had broken off her engagement no one spoke of him to her
How she could help Philip
Priscilla, meantime, was racking her brain to discover how she could help Philip