"Oh, never mind about bed—I'm not the least sleepy."
"Pretty," interrupted Janet, scorn curling her lip.
The door was opened, and a neatly dressed servant of the name of Marshall entered, bearing a dinner tray.
Janet was there, busily preparing her French lesson for M. le Comte. She was a very ambitious girl, and was determined to carry off as many prizes as possible at the coming midsummer examinations. She scarcely raised her eyes when Olive appeared."Lost whom?" answered Janet in her tart voice.
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These remarks usually turned the tables against Janet May, but they also had another effect. She began to be sparing of her sharp, unkind words in Bridget's hearing. This, however, did not prevent her hating the new girl with the most cordial hatred she had ever yet bestowed upon anyone."No, miss, that it can't," said Marshall, who felt as she expressed it afterward, "that royled by Miss May's 'aughty ways." "I won't keep Miss Collingwood any time, miss, ef you'll be pleased to walk on."
The doctor had come to see Evelyn, had pronounced her whole in limb, and not as much shaken by her fall out of her carriage as might have been expected. After prescribing a day in bed, and all absence of excitement, he went away, promising to look in again in a few days.
"Oh, how very funny—how—how unpleasant. Did you tell papa about that when he arranged to send me here?"
While Janet was speaking, Dorothy, who had refused to seat herself in the armchair assigned to her, and whose clear, bright blue eyes were roving eagerly all over the beautiful summer landscape, exclaimed in an eager voice:
"No. You are to take off that unsuitable afternoon costume you are now wearing, and put on a neat print dress for your morning work."