"Come into the schoolroom with me," said Mrs. Freeman. She was wondering how it would be possible for her to keep Bridget O'Hara in her school."Change my dress! Now I really don't understand you. Am I to come down in my dressing-gown?""It is not the custom at school, my dear child, to make remarks about what we eat. We just take what is put before us. Here's a nice piece of bacon, dear, and some toast. Don't say anything more, I beg, or you will annoy Mrs. Freeman."
"I hate school," she said. "I want to go back to the Castle. Can I go to-day?"
She stood for a minute or two, then walked slowly back to the window, out of which her schoolmistress leaned.
"Oh, lor, miss, you're too good, but there's that bell again; I must run this minute.""Janet May. This is the schoolroom where the[Pg 16] sixth form girls do their lessons. We have a desk each, of course. That room inside there is for the fifth form. I wonder which you will belong to? How old are you?""Don't do that, Bridget," said Miss Patience; "you are disturbing me."
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Olive left the room with slow, unwilling footsteps, and Janet bent her head over the copy of Molière she was studying.
"We'll all be delighted to have her again, of course," said Olive. "And is she really quite well, Miss Delicia?"She stood wavering with her own conscience. Caspar was nervous, but he was not vicious."I want us to utilize our opportunities," said Janet. "We have a few minutes all to ourselves to discuss the[Pg 7] Fancy Fair, and we fritter it away on that tiresome new girl."