"Come now, Janet," she said, "confession is good for the soul—own—now do own that you cordially hate the new girl, Bridget O'Hara."She was in every sense of the word an untamed creature; she was like a wild bird who had just been caught and put into a cage.
Bridget's face turned very white. She looked wildly toward the door, then at the window.
[Pg 61]"Yes, my love, or she would not be returning."
"What is it, my dear?" The head mistress drew herself slightly up, and looked in some surprise at her pupil.Janet was there, busily preparing her French lesson for M. le Comte. She was a very ambitious girl, and was determined to carry off as many prizes as possible at the coming midsummer examinations. She scarcely raised her eyes when Olive appeared.Marshall reappeared with the asparagus and cherry tart.
"Well," said Janet, "if you insist on spoiling everything, girls, you must. You know what Evelyn is."