"Can't you, Bridget? I'm afraid I must make you understand that the fact of Evelyn being uninjured does not alter your conduct.""You are not to pick flowers, Miss O'Hara; it is against the rules of the school.""Oh, good gra——! I mean, mercy Moses!"
Janet, accompanied by Olive and Ruth, was pacing slowly backward and forward under some shady trees. Her satellites were devoted to her, and Janet's slender figure was very erect, and her manner somewhat dictatorial. Dorothy Collingwood was not to be seen, she had evidently gone to join Evelyn upstairs. The girls of the middle school were preparing to exert themselves over more than one tennis match. The smaller children were going down to the shore.Marshall departed, and Bridget lifted the cover from her plate and looked at the nice hot lamb and green peas."I'd punish her very severely," said Miss Patience. "I am sure punishment is what she wants. She ought to be broken in.""I don't mind your kissing me, Bridget, only does not it seem a little soon—I have not known you many minutes yet?"
"Oh, lor, miss, you're too good, but there's that bell again; I must run this minute."Dorothy detached herself from Bridget's clinging arm, and ran quickly up the sloping lawn.
What could it all mean? It really was most exciting."Yes, you will. You'll soon learn to control your tongue and to speak in a ladylike way."
"My dear, you have been ill, which accounts for your nervousness. But in any case a person with the stoutest nerves may be pardoned for fainting if she is flung out of a carriage. I cannot imagine how you escaped as you have done."
"But you look queer. Are you frightened about anything?"