"She's not at all impertinent," said Dorothy. "After all, Janet, servants are flesh and blood, like the rest of us, and this poor Marshall, although she's not the wisest of the wise, is a good-natured creature. What do you think she wanted?"It would have been impossible for a much colder heart than Dorothy Collingwood's to resist her.The period at which this story begins was the middle of the summer term. There were no half-term holidays at the Court, but somehow the influence of holiday time had already got into the air. The young girls had tired themselves out with play, and the older ones lay about in hammocks, or strolled in twos or[Pg 2] threes up and down the wide gravel walk which separated the house from the gardens.
[Pg 31]Bridget's excitable eager words were broken by sobs; tears poured out of her lovely eyes, her hands clasped Dorothy's with fervor.
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"When will that be?"
She had not passed a pleasant morning, however, and this plan scarcely commended itself to her."Yes, but at what?"
On her way downstairs Mrs. Freeman stepped for a moment into Bridget's room. Her pupil's large traveling trunks had been removed to the box room, but many showy dresses and much finery of various sorts lay scattered about.
"I ought not to speak," said Dorothy, turning very red, "but if you are going to be hard on Bridget——"
As she was approaching the house she was met by Miss Delicia, who stopped to speak kindly to her.
The next morning, after breakfast, Mrs. Freeman went upstairs to sit with her favorite Evelyn.
It really was too absurd. Janet could not help fidgeting almost audibly.
"Can't you, Bridget? I'm afraid I must make you understand that the fact of Evelyn being uninjured does not alter your conduct."