It was in some such fashion that the world spoke to Bridget O'Hara on this special summer's morning.
"Miss Bridget O'Hara. She aint understood, and she's in punishment, pore dear; shut up in Miss Patience's dull parlor. Mrs. Freeman don't understand her. She aint the sort to be broke in, and if Mrs. Freeman thinks she'll do it, she's fine and mistook. The pore dear is that spirited she'd die afore she'd own herself wrong. Do you think, Miss Collingwood, as she'd touch a morsel of her dinner? No, that she wouldn't! Bite nor sup wouldn't pass her lips, although I tempted her with a lamb chop and them beautiful marrow peas, and asparagus and whipped cream and cherry tart. You can judge for yourself, miss, that a healthy young lady with a good, fine appetite must be bad when she refuses food of that sort!"
[Pg 66]"I wish you'd go away, child!" said Janet in a decidedly cross tone. "What are all you small girls doing out and about at this hour? Surely it's time for you to be in bed. What can Miss Marshall be about not to have fetched you before now?""Don't you hear the clock?" exclaimed Dorothy, unconscious relief coming into her tones.
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"No, Bridget, you are to stay here; your dinner will be brought to you." Bridget flushed crimson.Janet was forced to comply, and Dorothy exclaimed eagerly:
"Well, if I must go, and if you really wish it. Come with me to my room, Dorothy. O Dolly, if you would sleep with me to-night!""And isn't she nice to-day?"
The girls entered the wide, long dining hall and immediately took their places at the table.
"Oh, good gra——! I mean, mercy Moses!"