"It's a distinct insult," began Dolly. "I disapprove—I disapprove."She never came into a room without exercising in a silent, unobtrusive, very gentle way, a marked effect for good."Well, Marshall is unhappy about her," replied Dorothy. "She said that Bridget would not touch her dinner. I don't exactly know what Mrs. Freeman means to do about her, but the poor girl is a prisoner in Miss Patience's dull little sitting room for the present."
Should she run away altogether? Should she walk to Eastcliff and take the next train to London, and then, trusting to chance, and to the kindness of strangers, endeavor to find her way back to the dear and loving shores of the old country, and so back again to the beloved home?
Marshall had to be comforted with this rather dubious speech, and Dorothy ran on to join Janet.[Pg 33]"Bridget, you are talking a great deal of nonsense," said Dorothy, "and I for one am not going to listen to you. We are much too sensible to believe in ghost stories here, and there is no use in your trying to frighten us. Good-by, all of you; I am off to the house!"
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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.
It was in some such fashion that the world spoke to Bridget O'Hara on this special summer's morning.
"Well, it's a very fine sort of place, as free and easy as you please; lots of fishing in the lakes and in the rivers. I'm very fond of my gun, too. Can you handle a gun, Mrs. Freeman? It kicks rather, if you can't manage it."She stepped out of the open window, and walked rapidly across the wide gravel sweep.
Bridget O'Hara's clear blue eyes were opened a little, wider apart.
"Oh, she's telling a story," whispered Olive under her breath. She settled herself contentedly to listen.