"Oh, foolish do you call it?" A passing cloud swept over Bridget O'Hara's face. It quickly vanished, however; she jumped up with a little sigh.She ran lightly down the grassy slope, and touched Dorothy on her arm.
"Well, she's in trouble now," said Dorothy, with a sigh. "I think you are very much mistaken in her, Janet; she's a very original, clever, amusing girl. I find her tiresome at times, and I admit that she's dreadfully naughty, but it's the sort of naughtiness which comes from simply not knowing. The accident last night might have been a dreadful one, and Bridget certainly deserves the punishment she has got; all the same;—I'm very sorry for her."
"Let me go," said the head mistress.
"You know perfectly well what I mean," she answered; "you know who the enemy is—at least you know who is your enemy.""The dogs?" asked Dorothy, interested in spite of herself.
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"Why, Dorothy Collingwood; she has gone over to the ranks of the enemy."
When she said this a quick change flitted over Janet's face. She bit her lips, and, after a very brief pause, said in a voice of would-be indifference:
"I ought not to speak," said Dorothy, turning very red, "but if you are going to be hard on Bridget——"