The children disappeared in as frantic haste to be off as they were a few minutes ago to arrive."Spare me, my dear. I really am in too great a hurry to hear a list of your wardrobe. Is it possible that your father sent you to school with all that heap of finery, and nothing sensible to wear?""Yes, but at what?""Yes, what a loud, metallic sound! We have such a dear old eight-day clock at the Castle; it's said to be quite a hundred years old, and I'm certain it's haunted. My dear Dolly, to hear that clock boom forth the hour at midnight would make the stoutest heart quail."
"Come, my dears," said Miss Patience to the girls[Pg 29] near her, "let us lose no more valuable time. Please don't scrape your chair in that atrocious way, Alice. Rose, what a poke! Susie, hold back your shoulders. Now, young ladies, come to the schoolroom quietly; quietly, if you please."
"Evelyn Percival. Doesn't it sound pretty?""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."
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"O Dolly," they exclaimed, running up to their favorite, "she has come—we have seen her! She is very tall, and—and——"
"May I go with the others?" asked Miss O'Hara.
"Yes, darling, I did. Shall we go into the common room now? I'm dying to see it."
Dorothy suppressed a faint sigh, took her companion's plump hand, and continued the tour of investigation.
She stood for a minute or two, then walked slowly back to the window, out of which her schoolmistress leaned.
The summer sounds came in to her, for the window of her dull room was open, the birds were twittering in the trees, innumerable doves were cooing; there was the gentle, soft whisper of the breeze, the cackling of motherly hens, the lowing of cows, and, far away beyond and over them, the insistent, ceaseless whisper of the gentle waves on the shore.