Bridget was sitting in the middle of the dusty road with a girl's head on her lap. The girl's figure was stretched out flat and motionless; her hat was off, and Bridget was pushing back some waves of fair hair from her temples."Pardon me for disturbing you," she said; "I did not know anyone was in the schoolroom at present."
"I can't eat anything, Marshall," said Bridget, shaking her head. "You are kind; I see by your face that you are very kind. When I'm let out of this horrid prison I'll give you some blue ribbon that I have upstairs, and a string of Venetian beads. I dare say you're fond of finery."
"I don't mean that sort of learning, Bridget. I mean what you acquire from books—grammar, French, music.""Sit there, Miss O'Hara, please," said Mrs. Freeman. She tried to suppress a smile, which was difficult. "Girls," she said, addressing the fifth and sixth forms, "girls, this young lady is your new schoolfellow—her name is Bridget O'Hara. I meant to introduce her to you formally to-morrow, but she has taken the matter into her own hands. I am glad you are not tired, Miss O'Hara, for you have had a very long journey."
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"But you look queer. Are you frightened about anything?"
The school stood on the side of a hill, which faced downward to the sea. Its aspect was south, and it was sheltered from the east and west winds by a thick plantation of young trees, which looked green and fresh in the spring, and were beginning already to afford a delightful shade in hot weather."You can please yourself about that," said Miss Patience, in her calmest voice. She left the room, closing the door behind her.
"Oh, don't I!" said Janet, stamping her small foot.
Dorothy suppressed a faint sigh, took her companion's plump hand, and continued the tour of investigation.