"It will be awfully unfair if you are, for I could pose you finely on my subjects. What's the first thing to do for a dog who shows symptoms of hydrophobia? How do you land a salmon? What keeps a gun from kicking? How does a dear old daddy like his pipe filled with tobacco? What is the best way to keep your seat when you ride bare-backed, and the horse runs away?[Pg 34] Ha, ha, I thought I'd pose you. I could have a very jolly school of my own, if I tried.""She's not learned, I admit," replied Olive, "but weak! no, she's not weak; no weak character could be so audacious, so fearless, so indifferent to her own ignorance.""Did you want me, Mrs. Freeman?" she said, in her lazy, rich, somewhat impertinent voice.
Bridget wore a white muslin dress with a long train. Her silver girdle was clasped round her waist. She went deliberately up to a rose tree in full flower, and, picking two or three half-opened buds, put them in her girdle.
"Love me," she pleaded; "do love me, for I love you."
"Janet," said Mrs. Freeman, "come here for a [Pg 47]moment. I want you to use your young eyes. Do you see any carriage coming down the hill?""He will expect you to stay until the end of the term."
"It is a covered wagon," said Janet. "I see it quite plainly. There is no carriage at all in view, Mrs. Freeman."
"Yes, certainly. Let me introduce you to someone in particular. Janet May, come here, my dear."Dorothy suppressed a faint sigh, took her companion's plump hand, and continued the tour of investigation.
"But Mrs. Freeman said——"
"I certainly want you, Bridget. I am not in the habit of sending for my pupils if I don't wish to speak to them."
"Janet, I wish you would not speak in that bitter way."