Such as it was, however, supper was a much-prized institution of Mulberry Court; only the fifth-form and sixth-form girls were allowed to partake of it. To sit up to supper, therefore, was a distinction intensely envied by the lower school. The plain fare sounded to them like honey and ambrosia. They were never tired of speculating as to what went on in the dining room on these occasions, and the idea of sitting up to supper was with some of the girls a more stimulating reason for being promoted to the fifth form than any other which could be offered.
"Now, Marshall, what is it? How fussy and important you look!"
"I do, my love. But your truest happiness is not secured by giving you your own way in everything.""Very well, if it must be so, but I shall be very miserable, and misery soon makes me ill.""But Mrs. Freeman said——"
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There was little use, therefore, in rushing out of her prison to join her companions in their playground or on the shore.
"Well, it's a very fine sort of place, as free and easy as you please; lots of fishing in the lakes and in the rivers. I'm very fond of my gun, too. Can you handle a gun, Mrs. Freeman? It kicks rather, if you can't manage it."
"Yes; you have got to earn it first, however," replied Miss Collingwood, slipping back the pale green panel with a dexterous movement.
"I can't help it, my dear; I'm honest, whatever I am."
"O Bridget!" exclaimed the little girls, starting back in affright.