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."I loathe ladylike ways."All that could possibly happen would be a little fright for Evelyn, and a larger measure of disgrace for Bridget. And why should Janet interfere? Why should she tell tales of her schoolfellows? Her story would be misinterpreted by that faction of the girls who already had made Bridget their idol.
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"Yes, certainly. Let me introduce you to someone in particular. Janet May, come here, my dear."
For the first time there was a faint hesitation in her manner.
Dorothy could not restrain her laughter.
She ran lightly down the grassy slope, and touched Dorothy on her arm.
Mrs. Freeman and Miss Patience had driven away in a very smart carriage with a pair of horses to meet her.
"Yes, I will love you," she replied; "but please go to bed now, dear. You really will get into trouble if you don't, and it seems such a pity that you should begin your school life in disgrace."