Uncharitable talk about others ceased when Evelyn drew near. Selfishness slunk away ashamed.
Mrs. Freeman left her pupil's room, and went downstairs.
Janet turned at the sound of her name, and came quickly up to her mistress. She looked slight, pale, and almost insignificant beside the full, blooming, luxuriously made girl, who, resting one hand in a [Pg 15]nonchalant manner on the back of her chair, was looking full at her with laughing bright eyes."And isn't she nice to-day?"
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Janet was never known to lose her temper, but she had a sarcastic tongue, and people did not like to lay themselves open to the cutting remarks which often and unsparingly fell from her lips.Dorothy pulled an envelope out of her pocket. Olive searched into the recesses of hers to hunt up a lead pencil, and Janet continued to speak in her tranquil, round tones.There was a sound, a commotion. Several steps were heard; eager voices were raised in expostulation and distress.
The door was opened, and a neatly dressed servant of the name of Marshall entered, bearing a dinner tray."That's as bad as the other expression, Bridget."
She burst into sudden frantic weeping.
"Oh, my!" exclaimed Miss O'Hara, "that's nothing. Goodness gracious me! what would you think of thirty or forty miles on an Irish jaunting car, all in one day, Mrs. Freeman? That's the sort of thing to make the back ache. Bump, bump, you go. You catch on to the sides of the car for bare life, and as likely as not you're pitched out into a bog two or three times before you get home. Papa and I have often taken our thirty to forty miles' jaunt a day. I can tell you, I have been stiff after those rides. Did you ever ride on a jaunting car, Mrs. Freeman?"
The child's words were almost incoherent. Alice, who was not quite so excitable, began to pour out a queer story.