[Pg 72]"Well, I'm here," she said; "what is it?" She still used that half-mocking, indifferent voice.
There was a movement of chairs, and a general rising.
Mrs. Freeman could scarcely restrain her impatience.She had not passed a pleasant morning, however, and this plan scarcely commended itself to her.She did not attempt to rise to her feet, however, and Mrs. Freeman was far too much absorbed to take any further notice of her.For some reason her companions, both old and young in the school, had taken upon themselves to cut her.
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"Nothing in the world could be stupider than French poetry," she muttered. "How am I to get this into my head? What a nuisance Olive is with her stories—she[Pg 46] has disturbed my train of thoughts. Certainly, it's no affair of mine what that detestable wild Irish girl does. I shall always hate her, and whatever happens I can never get myself to tolerate Evelyn. Now, to get back to my poetry. I have determined to win this prize. I won't think of Evelyn and Bridget any more.""Love me," she pleaded; "do love me, for I love you."
Mrs. Freeman always presided at the head of the board, Miss Patience invariably sat at the foot, Miss Delicia wandered about restlessly, helping the girls to milk and fruit, patting her favorites on their backs, bending down to inquire tenderly how this girl's headache was, and if another had come off conqueror in her tennis match. No girl in the school minded or feared Miss Delicia in the least. Unlike her two sisters, who were tall and thin, she was a little body with a round face, rosy cheeks, hair very much crimped, and eyes a good deal creased with constant laughter. No one had ever seen Miss Delicia the least bit cross or the least bit annoyed with anyone. She was invariably known to weep with the sorrowful, and laugh with the gay—she was a great coddler and physicker—thought petting far better than punishment, and play much more necessary for young girls than lessons."How can I possibly tell you, Miss O'Hara?" she replied. "You are a tall girl. Perhaps you are seventeen, although you look more.""If she had any strength, she'd be ashamed of her ignorance," retorted Janet.
She was beginning to collect her somewhat scattered thoughts, when the door was opened suddenly, and, to her surprise, Mrs. Freeman came into the room.
"Did you want me, Mrs. Freeman?" she said, in her lazy, rich, somewhat impertinent voice.
Uncharitable talk about others ceased when Evelyn drew near. Selfishness slunk away ashamed.