"But why will you dislike our dear Evelyn?""Why did you speak so sharply to her, Olive?" exclaimed Dorothy. "After all, her curiosity is but natural—I must even own that I share it myself.""No!" said Bridget. "She says they aren't good for you, so you shan't have them. Let's think of some more fun. Who's that new girl, who, you say, is going to arrive to-night?"
Mrs. Freeman sighed as she said these words.
"Much I cared for that when I had a chance of seeing her," remarked Violet. "I did get a splendid peep. She's awfully tall, and she was splendidly dressed; and O Dolly! O Ruthie! O Janey! she's just lovely!"
"Yes, my dear, what is it?"She stood for a minute or two, then walked slowly back to the window, out of which her schoolmistress leaned.
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The children disappeared in as frantic haste to be off as they were a few minutes ago to arrive.Bridget could certainly not return home without money."Oh, she's telling a story," whispered Olive under her breath. She settled herself contentedly to listen.
The girls entered the wide, long dining hall and immediately took their places at the table."Here you are," exclaimed the two pairs of lips eagerly.
"Couldn't you write to father, Mrs. Freeman, and tell him that I am not happy? Say, 'Biddy is not happy, and she wants to go back to you and the dogs.' If you say that, he'll let me come home fast enough. You might write by the next post, and father, he'd jump on the jaunting-car and drive into Ballyshannon, and send you a wire. If papa wires to you, Mrs. Freeman, the very moment he gets your letter, I may perhaps be home on Sunday."
"You know perfectly well what I mean," she answered; "you know who the enemy is—at least you know who is your enemy."