[Pg 9]"Oh, don't I!" said Janet, stamping her small foot.
"Yes, you will. You'll soon learn to control your tongue and to speak in a ladylike way."
She was a dependable girl—clever up to a certain point, nice to those with whom she agreed, [Pg 37]affectionate to the people who did not specially prize her affection.
At the dear old wild Castle in Ireland she had been idolized by everyone, the servants had done her bidding, however extravagant and fanciful that bidding had been. She led her old father where she wished with silken reins. The dogs, the horses, even the cows and the calves, followed Bridget like so many faithful shadows. In short, this wild little girl was the beloved queen of the Castle. To cut her, or show her the smallest incivility, would have been nothing short of high treason."I do, my love. But your truest happiness is not secured by giving you your own way in everything."
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"Bridget, you are incorrigible. If kindness won't make you see that you are bound in honor to obey me, I must try punishment. Wretched child, I don't wish to be hard to you, but do what I say, you must!"
"There, thank Heaven, I haven't killed her!" exclaimed Bridget."Janet!"
"You deny that she's weak," repeated Janet. "I wonder what your idea of strength is, Olive."
"Go on; tell us quickly what you did with the candle, Biddy!" cried little Violet, pulling her new friend by the arm.