"But why will you dislike our dear Evelyn?"Dorothy went into her own little cubicle, drew her white dimity walls tight, and, standing before the window, looked out at the summer landscape.
Evelyn gave a very faint sigh, and turning her head looked out of the window.
As Dorothy and her companions walked through the wide, cool entrance hall, and turned down the stone passage which led to the supper room, they were quite conscious of the fact that some of the naughtiest and most adventurous imps of the lower[Pg 11] school were hovering round, hanging over banisters or hiding behind doors. A suppressed giggle of laughter proceeded so plainly from the back of one of the doors, that Dorothy could not resist stretching back her hand as she passed, and giving a playful tap on the panels with her knuckles. The suppressed laughter became dangerously audible when she did this, so in mercy she was forced to take no further notice.
Marshall departed, and Bridget lifted the cover from her plate and looked at the nice hot lamb and green peas.The child's words were almost incoherent. Alice, who was not quite so excitable, began to pour out a queer story.
Bridget's movements were so fleet that the head mistress had no time to intercept her; there was a flash of a white dress disappearing through the open window, and that was all."As to disliking Miss O'Hara, it's more a case of despising; she's beneath my dislike."
For some reason her companions, both old and young in the school, had taken upon themselves to cut her.
"What?" said Katie, her eyes growing big with fascination and alarm.
Bridget, her hat hanging on her arm, defiance very marked on her brow, came suddenly into view. She was alone, and Mrs. Freeman noticed that Janet and her two companions stopped to look at her as if they rather enjoyed the spectacle. They paused for a moment, stared rudely, then turned their backs on Miss O'Hara.
"Come now, Janet," she said, "confession is good for the soul—own—now do own that you cordially hate the new girl, Bridget O'Hara."