"And what's the darling's name?" asked Bridget.Janet turned away, and a moment later reached the door of the schoolroom, where she was joined by Olive and Ruth. "Come," she said to them, and the three girls disappeared, only too glad to vent their feelings in the passage outside the schoolroom. Dorothy Collingwood lingered behind her companions. "Never mind," she said to Biddy, "it is rude of Janet to leave you, but she is sometimes a little erratic in her movements. It is a way our Janey has, and of course no one is silly enough to mind her."
"Dear Janey, you always were the soul of sense," remarked Dorothy, in a somewhat languid voice. "For my part I pity those poor little mites, Violet and the rest of them. I know they are just as curious with regard to the issue of events as we are, and yet I can see them at this moment, with my mental vision, being driven like sheep into the fold. They'll be in bed, poor mites, when we are satisfying our curiosity."
Miss Collingwood was turning away, when her mistress stretched out her hand and drew her back."Please remember——" she began.
"I ought not to speak," said Dorothy, turning very red, "but if you are going to be hard on Bridget——""Change my dress! Now I really don't understand you. Am I to come down in my dressing-gown?""But your father cannot pay for your disobedience—for the bad example you have set the little children, for the pain and anxiety you have given me.""I ought not to speak," said Dorothy, turning very red, "but if you are going to be hard on Bridget——"
"But Mrs. Freeman wants you to go to bed early to-night."No, there was nothing to be alarmed about. Evelyn was too silly, with her nerves and her fads. Janet stood by the bend of the hill. Her thoughts were so busy that she scarcely troubled herself to listen for the approaching carriage.
"Oh, don't I!" said Janet, stamping her small foot.