Bridget slipped her hand into her pocket, and pulled out an exquisitely embossed vinaigrette."No, no—do forgive me!"
"I want us to utilize our opportunities," said Janet. "We have a few minutes all to ourselves to discuss the[Pg 7] Fancy Fair, and we fritter it away on that tiresome new girl."
"Change my dress! Now I really don't understand you. Am I to come down in my dressing-gown?"
"Pardon me for disturbing you," she said; "I did not know anyone was in the schoolroom at present.""I don't think I ought to listen to you, Bridget."
[Pg 54]"Don't you hear the clock?" exclaimed Dorothy, unconscious relief coming into her tones.A fashionable watering-place called Eastcliff was situated about a mile from Mulberry Court, the old-fashioned house, with the old-world gardens, where the schoolgirls lived. There were about fifty of them in all, and they had to confess that although Mulberry Court was undoubtedly school, yet those who lived in the house and played in the gardens, and had merry games and races on the seashore, enjoyed a specially good time which they would be glad to think of by and by.
Uncharitable talk about others ceased when Evelyn drew near. Selfishness slunk away ashamed."I don't mean that sort of learning, Bridget. I mean what you acquire from books—grammar, French, music.""People will like you here too," she said. "I am certain you are very good-natured; come and let me[Pg 19] show you some of our snug little arrangements in the common room, and then I think it will be time for bed."
"Come now, Janet," she said, "confession is good for the soul—own—now do own that you cordially hate the new girl, Bridget O'Hara."
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.
Mrs. Freeman and Miss Patience had driven away in a very smart carriage with a pair of horses to meet her.