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2022-08-08 Author: Poly News
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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.

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An audible titter was heard down the table, and Mrs. Freeman turned somewhat red.

The child's words were almost incoherent. Alice, who was not quite so excitable, began to pour out a queer story.

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"What is it, my dear?" The head mistress drew herself slightly up, and looked in some surprise at her pupil.Bridget felt a wild desire to rush after Miss Patience, and defying all punishment and all commands, appear as usual in the dining room."I expect I shan't be allowed to talk at all."

As she cut the blossoms off, she flung them into her white skirt, which she had raised in front for the purpose. Now, as she ran to meet Mrs. Freeman, the skirt tumbled down, and the roses—red, white, and crimson—fell on the ground at her feet.On this special night in the mid-term the girls who were ignominiously obliged to retire to their bedrooms felt a sorer sense of being left out than ever."Well, dear, you are not to blame. I shall take you to Eastcliff this afternoon, and order some plain dresses to be made up for you."

rummy satta newShe ran lightly down the grassy slope, and touched Dorothy on her arm.

"I certainly want you, Bridget. I am not in the habit of sending for my pupils if I don't wish to speak to them."

CHAPTER III. RIBBONS AND ROSES.

"Why did you speak so sharply to her, Olive?" exclaimed Dorothy. "After all, her curiosity is but natural—I must even own that I share it myself."rummy satta new

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.

[Pg 39]Tears rolled down her cheeks as she thought of this plan; but, in the first place, she had no idea how to manage it, and, what was a far more serious obstacle, her little sealskin purse, her father's last present, was empty.