"You don't suppose I mind her?" exclaimed Bridget. "Rudeness always shows ill-breeding, but it is still more ill-bred to notice it—at least, that's what papa says. She spoke rather as if she did not like me, which is quite incomprehensible, for everybody loves me at home.""And so do I"—"And I"—cried both Ruth and Olive.
After a little pause, during which neither mistress nor pupil spoke, the pupil raised her head.
"Now, how old am I?" she asked, stamping her arched foot. "Don't be shy, any of you. Begin at the[Pg 17] eldest, and guess right away. Now then, Miss Collingwood—you see, I know your name—the age of your humble servant, if you please."
[Pg 41]"The first thing to do is to appoint a committee," she began."Quite right, Janet, I am glad you are so industrious. I won't disturb you for more than a minute, my love. I just want to look out of this window. It is the only one that commands a view of the road from Eastcliff. Evelyn ought to be here by now."
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Bridget O'Hara's clear blue eyes were opened a little, wider apart.
"Oh, miss, it's that poor dear young lady.""Yes, certainly. Let me introduce you to someone in particular. Janet May, come here, my dear.""Bridget, my dear, before you come into the schoolroom I must request that you go upstairs and change your dress."
"Dear Janey, you always were the soul of sense," remarked Dorothy, in a somewhat languid voice. "For my part I pity those poor little mites, Violet and the rest of them. I know they are just as curious with regard to the issue of events as we are, and yet I can see them at this moment, with my mental vision, being driven like sheep into the fold. They'll be in bed, poor mites, when we are satisfying our curiosity."It would have been impossible for a much colder heart than Dorothy Collingwood's to resist her.Mrs. Freeman could be austere as well as kind, and Mrs. Freeman was ten times more loved than Miss Delicia.
"Oh, I am sorry!"
"Am I ever hard to my pupils, my love?"
"It wasn't father, it was Aunt Kathleen. She chose my outfit in Paris. Oh, I do think it's lovely. I do feel that it's hard to be crushed on every point."
Olive left the room with slow, unwilling footsteps, and Janet bent her head over the copy of Molière she was studying.