For the first time there was a faint hesitation in her manner.She gave Bridget a great deal of sympathy, adjured her to eat, shook her head over her, and having gained a promise that a pair of long suède gloves should be added to the ribbons and Venetian beads, went away,[Pg 69] having quite made up her mind to take Bridget's part through thick and thin.
"I'm very busy, Olive; I wish you'd go away!"
"No, no—do forgive me!"
"I can't eat anything, Marshall," said Bridget, shaking her head. "You are kind; I see by your face that you are very kind. When I'm let out of this horrid prison I'll give you some blue ribbon that I have upstairs, and a string of Venetian beads. I dare say you're fond of finery."CHAPTER VI. CAPTIVITY.In every sense of the word Bridget was unexpected. She had an extraordinary aptitude for arithmetic, and took a high place in the school on account of her mathematics. The word mathematics, however, she had never even heard before. She could gabble French as fluently as a native, but did not know a word of the grammar. She had a perfect ear for music, could sing like a bird, and play any air she once heard, but she could scarcely read music at all, and was refractory and troublesome when asked to learn notes.
"Did you speak?" asked Miss May in her coldest tones.
"We won't discuss the whys nor the wherefores; the fact remains that I do dislike her."
"I'd make it up if I was you, miss," she said.
She was a tall, slight girl, fairly good-looking, and not too strong-minded.