Mrs. Freeman got up, and sounded an electric bell in the wall.
Her first impulse was to open the door of her prison and go boldly out.
"Well, Mrs. Freeman, you know how fond the children are of me, and I of them. They came to meet me, several of the little ones, and one tall, beautiful girl, whom I do not know. Perhaps they were all over-excited. They shouted a good deal, and waved branches of trees. Poor Caspar evidently could not stand it; but they really did nothing that anyone could blame them about.""Poor girl!" said Evelyn, a wistful expression coming into her eyes.
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"New girl!" exclaimed Katie, "why, she's about the very oldest girl in the school—the oldest and the nicest. She's the head of the school. We call her our queen. She's not like you, Biddy, of course; but she's very nice—awfully nice!""Good gracious, why, that's weeks off! I can't live without flowers for weeks! Look here, Mrs. Freeman; is there not to be an exception made for me? Papa said, when I was coming here, that my happiness was to be the first thing considered. Don't you agree with him? Don't you wish me to be very, very happy?""O Janey," exclaimed two of the other girls in a breath, "a committee does sound so absurdly formal."
"May I go with the others?" asked Miss O'Hara."Lost whom?" answered Janet in her tart voice.
"How can I possibly tell you, Miss O'Hara?" she replied. "You are a tall girl. Perhaps you are seventeen, although you look more."
"No, not very. The younger girls were fond of me, and Dorothy Collingwood was nice."
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.
There was a sound, a commotion. Several steps were heard; eager voices were raised in expostulation and distress.