"I know," echoed Janet, a queer angry light filling her eyes for a minute. "Oh, dear! oh, dear! What with our examinations and the Fancy Fair, and all this worry about the new girl, life scarcely seems worth living—it really doesn't.""Well, dear, you are not to blame. I shall take you to Eastcliff this afternoon, and order some plain dresses to be made up for you.""He will expect you to stay until the end of the term."
"The precious love, how nicely she talks, and how I love her gentle, refined words. But, darling, I'm not going to bed, for I'm not tired."
"When she can," replied Bridget. Her hands dropped to her sides. She lowered her eyes; her proud lips were firmly shut.
She scrutinized Olive's face now, a slightly satirical expression hovering round her somewhat thin lips.
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"Well, Marshall is unhappy about her," replied Dorothy. "She said that Bridget would not touch her dinner. I don't exactly know what Mrs. Freeman means to do about her, but the poor girl is a prisoner in Miss Patience's dull little sitting room for the present."
"O Dolly," they exclaimed, running up to their favorite, "she has come—we have seen her! She is very tall, and—and——""I wish you'd go away, child!" said Janet in a decidedly cross tone. "What are all you small girls doing out and about at this hour? Surely it's time for you to be in bed. What can Miss Marshall be about not to have fetched you before now?"For some reason her companions, both old and young in the school, had taken upon themselves to cut her.
There was little use, therefore, in rushing out of her prison to join her companions in their playground or on the shore.
"We have lost her," said Olive, with a sigh.