Olive left the room with slow, unwilling footsteps, and Janet bent her head over the copy of Molière she was studying.She looked at the merry group on the lawn, and a desire to join them, even though of course she knew she was in no sense one of them, came over her.
"Are you going to be cross when you find I don't know your sort of things?"
Violet frowned all over her fair, small face, but Olive Moore, a sixth-form girl, was too powerful an individual to be lightly disregarded. She shrugged her shoulders therefore, and walked sulkily away.
"I could not help myself," replied Dorothy. "You know, of course, Janet, what Bridget did last night?""It is more than a pity, Bridget," said her governess in a severe tone. "I am sorry to have to open your eyes, my dear child; but in picking any of my roses you have taken an unwarrantable liberty."All this time Miss Percival, the head girl of the school, was absent. She had been ill, and had gone home for a short change. She did not return until Bridget had been at the Court a fortnight.
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"Now, Marshall, what is it? How fussy and important you look!"
CHAPTER V. BREAKING IN A WILD COLT.
Olive looked at her steadily.
"I've had enough," she said, nodding to Mrs. Freeman in her bright way. "I'm going out into the garden now, to pick some roses."