All the other girls in the school tried to be good when Evelyn was by, not because she would reproach them, but because she had a certain way about her which made goodness so attractive that they were forced to follow it.Olive had no inclination to join them. They had taken no notice of her, and she was not sufficiently fascinated by Bridget to run any risk for her sake. She knew that her present proceedings were wrong, but she was not at all brave enough to raise her voice in protest. She walked slowly back to the house, wondering whether she should go and tell Janet, or sink down lazily on a cozy seat and go on with a story book which was sticking out of her pocket.
"My dear," she said, "I cannot grant your request. You have been sent to me by your father. He wishes you to stay here as long as you are well in body. You are quite well, Bridget; you must therefore make up your mind, whether you like school or whether you hate it, to remain here until the end of the term."
"Pain and anxiety! I like that! You are just angry with me—that's about all!"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."Now, Marshall, what is it? How fussy and important you look!"
rummy joy hack
There was a sound, a commotion. Several steps were heard; eager voices were raised in expostulation and distress."Will you have some fruit?" she said coldly, laying[Pg 14] a restraining hand as she spoke on the girl's beflowered and embroidered dress."I never knew before that I had an enemy," said Janet, in her guarded voice.
Olive left the room with slow, unwilling footsteps, and Janet bent her head over the copy of Molière she was studying.
"I don't mind your kissing me, Bridget, only does not it seem a little soon—I have not known you many minutes yet?"
"Well, I'm here," she said; "what is it?" She still used that half-mocking, indifferent voice.