"Change my dress! Now I really don't understand you. Am I to come down in my dressing-gown?""Yes; you have got to earn it first, however," replied Miss Collingwood, slipping back the pale green panel with a dexterous movement.
She stepped out of the open window, and walked rapidly across the wide gravel sweep.
"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."
"I don't mean that sort of learning, Bridget. I mean what you acquire from books—grammar, French, music.""She's not so bad at all," began Dorothy.Marshall departed, and Bridget lifted the cover from her plate and looked at the nice hot lamb and green peas.
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"Nonsense, Evelyn. They disobeyed my most stringent orders. Are they not to be blamed for that?""Don't you hear the clock?" exclaimed Dorothy, unconscious relief coming into her tones.
She went downstairs and entered her own private sitting room. It was now half-past eleven o'clock, and morning school was over. The weather was too hot for regular walks, and the girls were disporting themselves according to their own will and pleasure on the lawns and in the beautiful grounds which surrounded the school.[Pg 58]
"Yes, Bridget, very nice—go and take your place, my dear. There, beside Janet May. Another morning I hope you will be in time for prayers. Of course, we make all allowances the first day. Take your place directly, breakfast is half over."
All this time Miss Percival, the head girl of the school, was absent. She had been ill, and had gone home for a short change. She did not return until Bridget had been at the Court a fortnight.
Her first impulse was to open the door of her prison and go boldly out.