"Nonsense, Janet, you know you're one of the best French scholars in the school. You won't get out of answering my question by that flimsy excuse. Don't you hate Miss O'Hara?""Now, do let us be sensible," said Janet, turning to her companions. "We have seen all that there is to be seen. However hard we guess we cannot solve the mystery. Either a new companion is coming among us, who, I have no doubt, will be as commonplace as commonplace can be, or Mrs. Freeman is receiving a young lady visitor. Supper will decide the point, and as that is not half an hour away I suppose we can exist for the present without worrying our brains any further."
"My dear," she said, "I cannot grant your request. You have been sent to me by your father. He wishes you to stay here as long as you are well in body. You are quite well, Bridget; you must therefore make up your mind, whether you like school or whether you hate it, to remain here until the end of the term."
Mrs. Freeman took her unwilling hand, led her into Miss Patience's dull little sitting room, which only[Pg 63] looked out upon the back yard, and, shutting the door behind her, left her to her own meditations."We won't discuss the whys nor the wherefores; the fact remains that I do dislike her."
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Marshall had to be comforted with this rather dubious speech, and Dorothy ran on to join Janet."Oh, don't I!" said Janet, stamping her small foot.
"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.Bridget uttered a faint sigh.
The girls took their places at the table—grace was said, and the meal began.
"Now, my dear child, will you come into the house with me? I ought to be in the schoolroom now."
There was a sound, a commotion. Several steps were heard; eager voices were raised in expostulation and distress.