[Pg 59]"No, my dear," replied the head mistress, in a rather icy voice, "I have never had the pleasure of visiting Ireland."
"I adore music; I play by ear all the old Irish jigs and the melodies. Oh, doesn't father cry when I play 'The Harp that once through Tara's Halls,' and 'She is far from the Land,' and 'The Minstrel Boy.' And oh, Mrs. Freeman, even you, though you are a bit old and stiff, could not help dancing if I strummed 'Garry Owen' for you."
The governess took it without a word, and opening it applied it to Evelyn's nostrils.
Mrs. Freeman went over and drew back the curtains.
rummy hack version
Miss Percival's accident, and Bridget O'Hara's share in it, were the subjects of conversation not only that night, but the next morning."Oh, I'll come to that by and by; now about Miss O'Hara. Janet, I deny that she's weak."
"How do you do, all of you?" she said. "Well, Janet, good-morning"; she tapped Janet's indignant back with her firm, cool hand, and dropped into her place.
She stepped out of the open window, and walked rapidly across the wide gravel sweep.
"Bridget, do look," said Mrs. Freeman; "you have trodden on that lovely bud!"
Miss Percival's accident, and Bridget O'Hara's share in it, were the subjects of conversation not only that night, but the next morning.
Marshall reappeared with the asparagus and cherry tart.