She had to own to herself that Bridget had proved a very irritating companion. She would take her part, of course; but she felt quite certain at the same time that she was going to be a trial to her. As she stood by her window now, however, a little picture of the scene which the Irish girl had described so vividly presented itself with great distinctness before Dorothy's eyes."I don't mean that sort of learning, Bridget. I mean what you acquire from books—grammar, French, music."
"Then go and ask, darling. Find Mrs. Freeman, and ask her; it's so easily done."
Miss Delicia hurried on, intent on some housewifely mission, and Olive entering the house went down a long stone passage which led to the sixth form schoolroom."I loathe ladylike ways."
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"There, thank Heaven, I haven't killed her!" exclaimed Bridget.
"What?" said Bridget, coloring high. "Do you mean seriously to tell me that I—I am not to pick flowers? I think I must have heard you wrong! Please say it again!"It would have been impossible for a much colder heart than Dorothy Collingwood's to resist her.
"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."
For the first time there was a faint hesitation in her manner.