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2022-07-09 Author: Poly News
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"Miss Collingwood," said Marshall, in a timid whisper, "might I say a word to you, miss?"By and by doubtless the poor bird would be taught to develop his notes into something richer and rarer than nature had made them, but the process would be painful. Bridget was like the bird, and she was beating her poor little wings now against her cage.

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"No!" said Bridget. "She says they aren't good for you, so you shan't have them. Let's think of some more fun. Who's that new girl, who, you say, is going to arrive to-night?""Nothing in the world could be stupider than French poetry," she muttered. "How am I to get this into my head? What a nuisance Olive is with her stories—she[Pg 46] has disturbed my train of thoughts. Certainly, it's no affair of mine what that detestable wild Irish girl does. I shall always hate her, and whatever happens I can never get myself to tolerate Evelyn. Now, to get back to my poetry. I have determined to win this prize. I won't think of Evelyn and Bridget any more.""Did you speak?" asked Miss May in her coldest tones.

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"And what's the darling's name?" asked Bridget.

"You have too good taste to like her, Olive, but do let us talk about something more interesting. How are you getting on with that table cover for the fair?"

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"Bridget, you are talking a great deal of nonsense," said Dorothy, "and I for one am not going to listen to you. We are much too sensible to believe in ghost stories here, and there is no use in your trying to frighten us. Good-by, all of you; I am off to the house!"

"He'll be sorry he sent me; he'll be sorry he listened to Aunt Kathleen," she said to herself.

CHAPTER II. THE NEW GIRL.rummy hacking app

"I can't help it, my dear; I'm honest, whatever I am."

"Am I ever hard to my pupils, my love?"