Bridget turned and looked at her companion in slow wonder. Janet's remark had the effect of absolutely silencing her; she ate her bacon, munched her toast, and drank off a cup of hot coffee in an amazingly short time, then she jumped up, and shook the crumbs of her meal on to the floor.These remarks usually turned the tables against Janet May, but they also had another effect. She began to be sparing of her sharp, unkind words in Bridget's hearing. This, however, did not prevent her hating the new girl with the most cordial hatred she had ever yet bestowed upon anyone.They were both undressing when she entered the room this evening, but the moment she appeared they rushed to her and began an eager torrent of words.
"Caspar shied at something," she said.
Bridget's changeful face was now all glowing with excitement, eagerness, and hope. Her defiant attitude had vanished. As she looked full at Mrs. Freeman, her governess noticed for the first time that her eyelids were red, as if she had been crying. That, and a certain pathos in her voice, made the head mistress regard her in a new light."I think you must mean Dorothy Collingwood," said Janet in her clear, cold English voice. "May I ask if you have ever been at school before, Miss O'Hara?"Ruth clapped her hands.
"Oh, lor, miss, you're too good, but there's that bell again; I must run this minute."The next morning, after breakfast, Mrs. Freeman went upstairs to sit with her favorite Evelyn."That's as bad as the other expression, Bridget."
"I am looking over my French lesson, madam," answered Janet, in her respectful tones. "It's a little more difficult than usual, and I thought I'd have a quiet half hour here, trying to master it."
"Bridget, my dear, before you come into the schoolroom I must request that you go upstairs and change your dress."