"Yes, my love, or she would not be returning."Marshall, with all her silliness, was a shrewd observer of character. Had the girl in disgrace been Janet May or Dorothy Collingwood, she would have known far better than to presume to address her; but Bridget was on very familiar terms with her old nurse and with many of the other servants at home, and it seemed quite reasonable to her that Marshall should speak sympathetic words.
Dorothy went into her own little cubicle, drew her white dimity walls tight, and, standing before the window, looked out at the summer landscape.
"I must have a cupboard like that," said Biddy. "Why, it's perfectly delicious!"
"Oh, lor, miss, you're too good, but there's that bell again; I must run this minute."
After two or three applications the injured girl stirred faintly, a shade of color came into her cheeks, and she opened her eyes.The carriage lay smashed a couple of hundred yards from the gates of the avenue.
"Good gracious, why, that's weeks off! I can't live without flowers for weeks! Look here, Mrs. Freeman; is there not to be an exception made for me? Papa said, when I was coming here, that my happiness was to be the first thing considered. Don't you agree with him? Don't you wish me to be very, very happy?"The child's words were almost incoherent. Alice, who was not quite so excitable, began to pour out a queer story.
"I expect I shan't be allowed to talk at all."
"He will expect you to stay until the end of the term."
"I loathe ladylike ways."