"Are you going to be cross when you find I don't know your sort of things?"When Mrs. Freeman told Bridget to go away and leave her, the Irish girl stopped playing with the tendrils of hair on Evelyn's forehead, and looked at her governess with a blank expression stealing over her face.When Mrs. Freeman told Bridget to go away and leave her, the Irish girl stopped playing with the tendrils of hair on Evelyn's forehead, and looked at her governess with a blank expression stealing over her face.There was little use, therefore, in rushing out of her prison to join her companions in their playground or on the shore.
Other new girls had arrived, and only the faintest rumors had got out about them beforehand.
"Well, Dolly, have you got rid of that horrible incubus of a girl at last? What a trial she will be in the school! She's the most ill-bred creature I ever met in my life. What can Mrs. Freeman mean by taking her in? Of course, she cannot even pretend to be a lady."She entered the room, then, in a long white embroidered dress, looped up here, there, and everywhere with sky-blue ribbons. It was a charming toilet, and most becoming to its wearer, but absolutely unsuitable for schoolroom work."Janet, I wish you would not speak in that bitter way."
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"What is that?"Mrs. Freeman and Miss Patience had driven away in a very smart carriage with a pair of horses to meet her.
[Pg 41]"How disagreeable! I can't live without flowers. I suppose papa will not expect me to stay if I don't like the place?"Dorothy ran away at once, and Mrs. Freeman walked down the garden in the direction where she had just seen a white dress disappearing.
Her eyes were of that peculiar, very dark, very deep blue, which seems to be an Irish girl's special gift. Her eyelashes were thick and black, her complexion a fresh white and pink, her chestnut hair grew in thick, curly abundance all over her well-shaped head. Her beautifully cut lips wore a petulant but charming expression. There was a provocative, almost teasing, self-confidence about her, which to certain minds only added to her queer fascination.
"Don't do that, Bridget," said Miss Patience; "you are disturbing me."