"Did you speak?" asked Miss May in her coldest tones."I do, my love. But your truest happiness is not secured by giving you your own way in everything."
"I don't mean that sort of learning, Bridget. I mean what you acquire from books—grammar, French, music."
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Miss O'Hara stooped carelessly to pick it up. "Poor little bud!" she said, laying it on her hand. "But there are such a lot of you—such a lot! Still, it seems a pity to crush your sweetness out."
Bridget was a fortnight at the school, and had more or less shaken down into her place, when the evening arrived on which Miss Percival was to return."But you look queer. Are you frightened about anything?"
[Pg 65]"Oh, let me look; do let me look!" cried Ruth, while Olive and Janet both pressed eagerly forward.Janet turned away, and Olive was obliged to look out for a fresh companion to attach herself to.
"I cannot go, Bridget. Mrs. Freeman would not give me leave, and she would be only annoyed at my making such a foolish proposition."