Miss Collingwood was turning away, when her mistress stretched out her hand and drew her back.
"She's not learned, I admit," replied Olive, "but weak! no, she's not weak; no weak character could be so audacious, so fearless, so indifferent to her own ignorance."
Mrs. Freeman spoke calmly, but there was a look about her face which gave Janet a very queer sensation. The schoolmistress took Alice's hand, and walked as quickly as she could to the scene of the accident.
"But Mrs. Freeman wants you to go to bed early to-night."
rummy speed hack
Olive left the room with slow, unwilling footsteps, and Janet bent her head over the copy of Molière she was studying.
"Oh, how very funny—how—how unpleasant. Did you tell papa about that when he arranged to send me here?"[Pg 58]"I loathe ladylike ways."
She was a dependable girl—clever up to a certain point, nice to those with whom she agreed, [Pg 37]affectionate to the people who did not specially prize her affection.
"That you will obey me."
"It's all my fault, Mrs. Freeman," said Bridget O'Hara, looking up with a tear-stained face at her [Pg 50]governess. "I made the children come, and I made them cut the branches off the trees, and we ran, and shouted as we ran. I didn't think it would do any harm, it was all a joke, and to welcome her, for they said she was the queen, but no one is to blame in all the wide world but me."
Bridget's movements were so fleet that the head mistress had no time to intercept her; there was a flash of a white dress disappearing through the open window, and that was all.