"Oh, never mind about bed—I'm not the least sleepy."
"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?"
Janet bent her fair face again over the open page; a faint flush had risen in each of her cheeks."And what's the darling's name?" asked Bridget.
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Dorothy suppressed a faint sigh, took her companion's plump hand, and continued the tour of investigation."Poor girl!" said Evelyn, a wistful expression coming into her eyes."It wasn't father, it was Aunt Kathleen. She chose my outfit in Paris. Oh, I do think it's lovely. I do feel that it's hard to be crushed on every point."
"Do let me speak, Marion," exclaimed little Violet Temple, coloring all over her round face in her excitement and interest. "You know I got the first glimpse of her. I did, you know I did. I was hiding under the laurel arch, and I saw her quite close. It's awfully unfair of anyone else to tell, isn't it, Dolly?""What?" said Katie, her eyes growing big with fascination and alarm.
If Dorothy chose to take the new girl's part, she supposed there was something in her, and would continue to suppose so until she had a conversation with Janet, or anyone else, who happened to have diametrically opposite opinions to Dorothy Collingwood.
"Spare me, my dear. I really am in too great a hurry to hear a list of your wardrobe. Is it possible that your father sent you to school with all that heap of finery, and nothing sensible to wear?"
"Oh, oh, oh! if you're going to take her part, that is the last straw."