Ruth clapped her hands.
"What is it, my dear?" The head mistress drew herself slightly up, and looked in some surprise at her pupil.
"It is delightful to have you back again," said Mrs. Freeman, bending over her pupil and kissing her. "And really, Evelyn, you look almost well. Oh, my dear child, what a fright I got about you last night."Marshall reappeared with the asparagus and cherry tart."Well, Mrs. Freeman, you know how fond the children are of me, and I of them. They came to meet me, several of the little ones, and one tall, beautiful girl, whom I do not know. Perhaps they were all over-excited. They shouted a good deal, and waved branches of trees. Poor Caspar evidently could not stand it; but they really did nothing that anyone could blame them about."
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After two or three applications the injured girl stirred faintly, a shade of color came into her cheeks, and she opened her eyes.
She was in every sense of the word an untamed creature; she was like a wild bird who had just been caught and put into a cage."I was going up the staircase," continued Bridget. "I held a lighted candle in my hand. It was an awful night—you should have heard the wind howling. We keep some special windbags of our own at the Castle, and when we open the strings of one, why—well, there is a hurricane, that's all."
"No, no; what nonsense you talk! What is there to be frightened about? Do go; I can't learn this difficult French poetry while you keep staring at me!"
"Yes, Marshall," said Dorothy; she stopped. Janet stopped also, and gave Marshall a freezing glance.
"Oh, don't I!" said Janet, stamping her small foot.
The girls took their places at the table—grace was said, and the meal began.