A loud booming sound filled the air.
Mrs. Freeman left her pupil's room, and went downstairs.
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"It is not the custom at school, my dear child, to make remarks about what we eat. We just take what is put before us. Here's a nice piece of bacon, dear, and some toast. Don't say anything more, I beg, or you will annoy Mrs. Freeman."
Marshall reappeared with the asparagus and cherry tart."Oh, she's telling a story," whispered Olive under her breath. She settled herself contentedly to listen.
"I expect I shan't be allowed to talk at all."
Bridget's arms were flung impulsively round her governess's neck, and then one hand was tucked within the good lady's arm.