"You have a perfect mania for those children, Dorothy," exclaimed Olive. "I call it an impertinence on their parts to worry themselves about sixth-form girls. What's the matter, Janet? Why that contraction of your angel brow?"Marshall reappeared with the asparagus and cherry tart.
In all her life Bridget had never been cut before.
"I don't agree with you," answered Olive. "Strength shows itself in many forms. Miss O'Hara is pretty."
"I've had enough," she said, nodding to Mrs. Freeman in her bright way. "I'm going out into the garden now, to pick some roses.""Well," said Janet, "if you insist on spoiling everything, girls, you must. You know what Evelyn is."
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"I know," echoed Janet, a queer angry light filling her eyes for a minute. "Oh, dear! oh, dear! What with our examinations and the Fancy Fair, and all this worry about the new girl, life scarcely seems worth living—it really doesn't.""I did not specially mention the flowers, my dear. There are many rules in full force at Mulberry Court, and the pupils are expected to obey them all."
She had not passed a pleasant morning, however, and this plan scarcely commended itself to her.Miss O'Hara stooped carelessly to pick it up. "Poor little bud!" she said, laying it on her hand. "But there are such a lot of you—such a lot! Still, it seems a pity to crush your sweetness out."
Dorothy could not restrain her laughter.
Dorothy suppressed a faint sigh, took her companion's plump hand, and continued the tour of investigation.
"No, it was that wild Irish girl's doing. I really don't know what to do with her."