She stood wavering with her own conscience. Caspar was nervous, but he was not vicious.
"I have some more things to say. I must get you, Bridget, before you leave this room, to make a promise."
"It is a covered wagon," said Janet. "I see it quite plainly. There is no carriage at all in view, Mrs. Freeman."
While Marshall was speaking she looked down at the pretty and rebellious young prisoner with marked interest."Please remember——" she began.Mrs. Freeman was very particular with regard to tidiness, and the condition of this very pretty room filled her with grave displeasure. The rules with regard to tidy rooms, neatly kept drawers, a place for everything and everything in its place, were most stringent at Mulberry Court, but up to the present rules mattered nothing at all to Bridget O'Hara.
"My conduct? What have I done?"
"I loathe ladylike ways."
"Here you are," exclaimed the two pairs of lips eagerly.
"I can't share your sorrow," replied Janet. "If her punishment, whatever it is, deprives us of her charming society for a few days, it will be a boon to the entire school. I noticed that she was absent from dinner, and I will own I have not had a pleasanter meal for some time."