"It wasn't father, it was Aunt Kathleen. She chose my outfit in Paris. Oh, I do think it's lovely. I do feel that it's hard to be crushed on every point."Janet bent her fair face again over the open page; a faint flush had risen in each of her cheeks."Well, well," interrupted Janet impatiently, "have your own way, Olive. Make that tiresome, disagreeable girl a female Hercules if you fancy, only cease to talk about her. That is all I have to beg."
"She's not so bad at all," began Dorothy.
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"I don't mean that sort of learning, Bridget. I mean what you acquire from books—grammar, French, music."Dorothy could not restrain her laughter.Miss Collingwood was turning away, when her mistress stretched out her hand and drew her back.
"I must say one thing," replied Olive, "and then I will turn to a more congenial theme. I hope Evelyn Percival won't take Miss O'Hara's part. You know, Janet, what strong prejudices Evelyn has."
"Dolly, I will clap my hands over your rosebud lips[Pg 22] if you utter another word. Come, and let us sit in this deep window-seat and be happy. Would you like to know what papa is doing at the Castle now?"
CHAPTER V. BREAKING IN A WILD COLT.
The girls were leaving the dining room while these thoughts were flashing through Marshall's mind. Dorothy and Janet May were walking side by side.
The carriage lay smashed a couple of hundred yards from the gates of the avenue.