"Come into the schoolroom with me," said Mrs. Freeman. She was wondering how it would be possible for her to keep Bridget O'Hara in her school.
"Love me," she pleaded; "do love me, for I love you."
Marshall had to be comforted with this rather dubious speech, and Dorothy ran on to join Janet.
"Quite right, Janet, I am glad you are so industrious. I won't disturb you for more than a minute, my love. I just want to look out of this window. It is the only one that commands a view of the road from Eastcliff. Evelyn ought to be here by now.""Nonsense, Evelyn. They disobeyed my most stringent orders. Are they not to be blamed for that?""You were not miserable yesterday."
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"As to disliking Miss O'Hara, it's more a case of despising; she's beneath my dislike."
Bridget was sitting in the middle of the dusty road with a girl's head on her lap. The girl's figure was stretched out flat and motionless; her hat was off, and Bridget was pushing back some waves of fair hair from her temples."Oh, how very funny—how—how unpleasant. Did you tell papa about that when he arranged to send me here?"
She stepped out of the open window, and walked rapidly across the wide gravel sweep.
"What poor dear young lady?"
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.