An audible titter was heard down the table, and Mrs. Freeman turned somewhat red.
By and by doubtless the poor bird would be taught to develop his notes into something richer and rarer than nature had made them, but the process would be painful. Bridget was like the bird, and she was beating her poor little wings now against her cage."Yes, I am sure she has a good deal of physical courage, but that does not alter the fact of her having defied my authority and led the children into mischief."
"Well, let's settle to business now," said Ruth; "I'm sure I'm more than willing. Who has got a pencil and paper?"
Mrs. Freeman went over and drew back the curtains."Now, my dear child, will you come into the house with me? I ought to be in the schoolroom now."
The governess took it without a word, and opening it applied it to Evelyn's nostrils.
"Poor darling!" said Olive, in a sympathetic tone. "I thought I'd tell you, Janet, that whatever happened I'd take your part."