"Yes, Olive; I'm very busy. Do you want anything?"
It would have been impossible for a much colder heart than Dorothy Collingwood's to resist her.
"You were not miserable yesterday.""I'm afraid I have no more time to show you any of the house this evening," answered Janet. "The common room is very much the shape of this one, only without the desks. I have some of my studies to look over, so I must wish you good-evening.""No, no—do forgive me!"
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Olive Moore belonged to the toadying faction in the school. Toadies, however, can be useful, and Janet was by no means above making use of Olive in case of need.
"Poor darling!" said Olive, in a sympathetic tone. "I thought I'd tell you, Janet, that whatever happened I'd take your part.""Go on; tell us quickly what you did with the candle, Biddy!" cried little Violet, pulling her new friend by the arm.
"I could not help myself," replied Dorothy. "You know, of course, Janet, what Bridget did last night?""What?" said Katie, her eyes growing big with fascination and alarm.
Bridget moved restlessly. She looked out of the window. The sun was shining brilliantly, and the grass under the big shady trees looked particularly inviting.
She went downstairs and entered her own private sitting room. It was now half-past eleven o'clock, and morning school was over. The weather was too hot for regular walks, and the girls were disporting themselves according to their own will and pleasure on the lawns and in the beautiful grounds which surrounded the school.
"Why, Dorothy Collingwood; she has gone over to the ranks of the enemy."