The children disappeared in as frantic haste to be off as they were a few minutes ago to arrive."I have some more things to say. I must get you, Bridget, before you leave this room, to make a promise.""The precious love, how nicely she talks, and how I love her gentle, refined words. But, darling, I'm not going to bed, for I'm not tired.""Yes, you will. You'll soon learn to control your tongue and to speak in a ladylike way."
"Hate her?" said Janet; "there must be a certain strength about a girl to make you hate her. I've a contempt for Bridget, but I don't rouse myself to the exertion of hating."
She stood for a minute or two, then walked slowly back to the window, out of which her schoolmistress leaned.
Bridget was a fortnight at the school, and had more or less shaken down into her place, when the evening arrived on which Miss Percival was to return.[Pg 61]"Yes, yes, I know," replied Janet, with a sneer; "she did something which shook the nerves of our beloved favorite. Had anyone else given Miss Percival her little fright, I could have forgiven her!"
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"But your castle isn't half a mile big," said Katie, another small girl. "And you did say your father lived there with you, and, of course, there must have been some servants."
"What is it, my dear?" The head mistress drew herself slightly up, and looked in some surprise at her pupil.
While Marshall was speaking she looked down at the pretty and rebellious young prisoner with marked interest.
Her attempts were extremely good, but when it came to laboriously struggling through her written score, all was hopeless confusion, tears, and despair.
"Pretty," interrupted Janet, scorn curling her lip.