By and by doubtless the poor bird would be taught to develop his notes into something richer and rarer than nature had made them, but the process would be painful. Bridget was like the bird, and she was beating her poor little wings now against her cage.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.
"Yes, darling, I did. Shall we go into the common room now? I'm dying to see it."
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"Do, my love, and call to me if you do. I would not have that dear girl frightened for the world. I am more vexed than I can say with Hickman."
Bridget's face turned very white. She looked wildly toward the door, then at the window.Mrs. Freeman could be austere as well as kind, and Mrs. Freeman was ten times more loved than Miss Delicia.After two or three applications the injured girl stirred faintly, a shade of color came into her cheeks, and she opened her eyes.
"Not for over a month?"
Small girls are easily influenced, and Bridget and her tribe rushed down the avenue, shouting and whooping as they went.