"Bridget, do look," said Mrs. Freeman; "you have trodden on that lovely bud!""Yes, what is it?"
CHAPTER V. BREAKING IN A WILD COLT.
"We'll all be delighted to have her again, of course," said Olive. "And is she really quite well, Miss Delicia?"
"She's not so bad at all," began Dorothy.
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Olive Moore belonged to the toadying faction in the school. Toadies, however, can be useful, and Janet was by no means above making use of Olive in case of need.
"How disagreeable! I can't live without flowers. I suppose papa will not expect me to stay if I don't like the place?""That you will obey me."
"The dogs?" asked Dorothy, interested in spite of herself.
"Hate her?" said Janet; "there must be a certain strength about a girl to make you hate her. I've a contempt for Bridget, but I don't rouse myself to the exertion of hating."
She saw the wild landscape, the steep gravel path[Pg 26] which overhung the lake, the old squire with his white hair, and tall but slightly bent figure, pacing up and down, smoking his pipe and surrounded by his dogs. Dorothy fancied how, on most summer evenings, Bridget, impetuous, eager, and beautiful, walked by his side. She wondered how he had brought himself to part with her. She gave a little sigh as she shut the picture away from her mind, and as she laid her head on her pillow, she resolved to be very kind to the new girl.