The carriage lay smashed a couple of hundred yards from the gates of the avenue."I don't suppose that Evelyn Percival is to rule the school. She is away at present, and we can't wait on her will and pleasure. Let's form our committee, and do without her.""Caspar shied at something," she said.
Dorothy could not restrain her laughter.
"How solemnly you speak," said Bridget, tears [Pg 32]coming slowly up and filling her eyes. "Is that a sermon? It makes me feel as if someone were walking over my grave. Why do you say things of that sort? I'm superstitious, you know. I'm very easily impressed. You oughtn't to do it—you oughtn't to frighten a stranger when she has just come over to your hard, cold sort of country."CHAPTER V. BREAKING IN A WILD COLT."So it is, Bridget. But you will permit me, an old woman compared to you, to point out a fact—the self-denying people are the happy ones, the selfish are the miserable. Take your own way now in your youth, sip each pleasure as it comes, turn from the disagreeables, trample on those who happen to be in your way, as you did on that rosebud just now, and you will lay up misery for yourself in the future. You will be a very wretched woman when you reach my age."
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Dorothy went into her own little cubicle, drew her white dimity walls tight, and, standing before the window, looked out at the summer landscape.The next morning, after breakfast, Mrs. Freeman went upstairs to sit with her favorite Evelyn.
Bridget uttered a faint sigh.She did not attempt to rise to her feet, however, and Mrs. Freeman was far too much absorbed to take any further notice of her.She stood for a minute or two, then walked slowly back to the window, out of which her schoolmistress leaned.
"Only the head girl of the school," remarked Dolly in a soft tone. "But of course a person of not the smallest consequence. Well, Janet, what next?"