"It is a covered wagon," said Janet. "I see it quite plainly. There is no carriage at all in view, Mrs. Freeman."CHAPTER IV. THE QUEEN OF THE SCHOOL.
"Here you are," exclaimed the two pairs of lips eagerly.
"What is that?""What?" said Katie, her eyes growing big with fascination and alarm.
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"But we are not allowed to cut the boughs, Bridget," said Katie.
Bridget O'Hara bestowed upon the four girls who stood before her a lightning glance of quizzical inquiry. She was a tall, fully developed girl, and no one could doubt her claim to beauty who looked at her even for a moment.
"Yes, Bridget, very nice—go and take your place, my dear. There, beside Janet May. Another morning I hope you will be in time for prayers. Of course, we make all allowances the first day. Take your place directly, breakfast is half over."It would have been impossible for a much colder heart than Dorothy Collingwood's to resist her.
"New girl!" exclaimed Katie, "why, she's about the very oldest girl in the school—the oldest and the nicest. She's the head of the school. We call her our queen. She's not like you, Biddy, of course; but she's very nice—awfully nice!"
"Am I ever hard to my pupils, my love?"