"No, it was that wild Irish girl's doing. I really don't know what to do with her."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.[Pg 18][Pg 27]
"My dear, you have been ill, which accounts for your nervousness. But in any case a person with the stoutest nerves may be pardoned for fainting if she is flung out of a carriage. I cannot imagine how you escaped as you have done."
"As I was saying," began Janet——"Of course it is, Violet," replied Miss Collingwood in her good-natured way. "But what a naughty imp you were to hide under the laurel arch. The wonder[Pg 8] is you did not get right in the way of the horses' hoofs.""Only the head girl of the school," remarked Dolly in a soft tone. "But of course a person of not the smallest consequence. Well, Janet, what next?"
"Evelyn Percival. Doesn't it sound pretty?"
When the servant answered her summons, she desired her to ask Miss O'Hara to come to her immediately.[Pg 70]"Now, Biddy, go on, Biddy!" exclaimed the children. "We love ghost stories, so do tell us more about the candle."
"Oh, she's telling a story," whispered Olive under her breath. She settled herself contentedly to listen.