What would the new girl be like? Was she rich or poor, handsome or ugly, tall or short, dark or fair? Why did she come in the middle of the term, and why did Mrs. Freeman, and Miss Delicia, and Miss Patience make such a fuss about her?
The child's words were almost incoherent. Alice, who was not quite so excitable, began to pour out a queer story.The carriage lay smashed a couple of hundred yards from the gates of the avenue."Bridget, do look," said Mrs. Freeman; "you have trodden on that lovely bud!""I must have a cupboard like that," said Biddy. "Why, it's perfectly delicious!"
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She ran lightly down the grassy slope, and touched Dorothy on her arm."How do you do, Mrs. Freeman?" said Bridget. "I'm afraid I'm a little late; I overslept myself, and then I could not find the right belt for this dress—it ought to be pale blue to match the ribbons, ought it not? But as I could not lay my hand on it, I have put on this silver girdle instead. Look at it, is it not pretty? It is real solid silver, I assure you; Uncle Jack brought it me from Syria, and the workmanship is supposed to be very curious. It's a trifle heavy, of course, but it keeps my dress nice and tight, don't you think so?"
She was not present, however, and did not, indeed, put in an appearance in the breakfast room until the meal was half over.
Bridget felt a wild desire to rush after Miss Patience, and defying all punishment and all commands, appear as usual in the dining room.
She was coming at mid-term, which in itself was rather exceptional.
The girls were leaving the dining room while these thoughts were flashing through Marshall's mind. Dorothy and Janet May were walking side by side.