"She was interceding for Bridget," said Dorothy.After a little pause, during which neither mistress nor pupil spoke, the pupil raised her head.Olive left the room with slow, unwilling footsteps, and Janet bent her head over the copy of Molière she was studying.
What could it all mean? It really was most exciting.
"I shall look to you to help me with this wild Irish girl," she said with a smile. "Now, go to your lessons, my dear."Dorothy detached herself from Bridget's clinging arm, and ran quickly up the sloping lawn."O Dolly," they exclaimed, running up to their favorite, "she has come—we have seen her! She is very tall, and—and——"
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Should she run away altogether? Should she walk to Eastcliff and take the next train to London, and then, trusting to chance, and to the kindness of strangers, endeavor to find her way back to the dear and loving shores of the old country, and so back again to the beloved home?
"My dears," said Mrs. Freeman, answering the looks on all faces, "your young companion's extraordinary conduct can only be explained by the fact that she has never been at school before. I am going out to the garden to speak to her. You girls will now go as usual to your separate schoolrooms and commence study."[Pg 39]"What?" said Bridget, coloring high. "Do you mean seriously to tell me that I—I am not to pick flowers? I think I must have heard you wrong! Please say it again!"
"She's not at all impertinent," said Dorothy. "After all, Janet, servants are flesh and blood, like the rest of us, and this poor Marshall, although she's not the wisest of the wise, is a good-natured creature. What do you think she wanted?"
Bridget wore a white muslin dress with a long train. Her silver girdle was clasped round her waist. She went deliberately up to a rose tree in full flower, and, picking two or three half-opened buds, put them in her girdle.